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oH MY GOD I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO THESE NEXT MONTHS-

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NSFW Alphabet Heisenberg Headcanons

For obvious reasons, this contains smut and is for 18+ only readers. Again, I’m posting only my headcanons onto tumblr, both can be found on my AO3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Very grabby, has a tendency to be a little softer. Loves a good cuddle after sex, definitely praises you constantly. He loves to wash you down with a cloth, wiping away all of the cum, the sweat, the blood, the tears, as he murmurs soft words of praise and encouragement, pressing a small kiss here and there as he does so.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I’m not entirely sure if Heisenberg would like any part of his body - it's just a vessel to him I believe. I think his favourite part of himself would be his discount magneto powers because that gives him the ability to create so many new tools to play with when it comes to having sex with you, some even on the spot.

For you, he loves your hands. He sees them as soft and gentle and he loves the feel of them in his work-worn, rough hands as he pushes you down into the bed, or them cupping his face as you pepper his face with kisses, telling him what a good boy he’s being for you, or when their wrapped around his dick as you jerk him off in a way that has him melting against your back and rolling his hips up into your palm.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves cumming inside or on you, there is no way in hell he’d ever wear a condom. It’s a marking thing, he needs to make sure you know that you’re his. He doesn’t have a preference for where he cums, just as long as it’s somewhere on you. If you spit and not swallow, he thinks it’s a waste of his seed and gets huffy about it - he’d much rather see it across your face than down the sink.

He cums a lot and it’s ungodly thick as well.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s fucked a lycan, been fucked by a lycan, and he fucking loved it. Was tempted to fuck a soldat but that was a little too much for him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing? )

I’d say pretty experience, if anything, he fucks the girls at the village mostly to spite and in an attempt piss off Miranda. He’d mellowed out about a decade before you met him, but definitely he’s had the time to gain quite a lot of experience.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Lotus, or any position where you’re on top of him. He enjoys grinding up into you and watching you come undone on top of him, but also means it's easier for him to grab at different parts of you - this goes for eating out too, he loves it when you sit on his face and ride him to completion. Loves mating press too, when he’s feeling particularly primal.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

By ‘goofy’ for H, I more think of sadomasochism or teasing you when you cum so hard you can’t see straight. I think he’d crack a few jokes here and there to make you laugh and you’d definitely have fun but for the most part, I think he’s more all about getting you riled up until you’re a trembling, begging mess.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He is a hairy, hairy man who doesn’t give a shit about his grooming - he would have a thick and large amount of pubes that are wiry just like his beard. If you asked, he’d probably tame it down a little, but if you don’t care, it wouldn’t even cross his mind.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Only after leaving the village will he 100% let his guard down to be intimate during sex I think. There would be a lot of praise and stuff whilst you’re at the village, but it doesn’t really become too intimate until after everything has washed over. I fully believe the first time he says ‘I love you’ was in German and whilst you two were having possibly the most intimate round of sex you’d ever had in your life the first night after your escape from the village. After sex is usually where he’s the most intimate - where he will murmur softly against your skin about how good you are to him and how he adores you and can’t believe that you’re in his life.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I feel like he’d jack off quite frequently before you were around and even then, it probably doesn’t change much once you’re there. If he has no time for sex with you and it’s literally just an urge to deal with so he can concentrate on his work? Then yeah, he’ll pull out his dick and stroke himself off as he continues to work without a care in the world. It’s just to clear his mind so he can focus on the task at hand, to him it's no different than eating or sleeping. Just something he has to do to get by.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

It’d be a lot easier to list the kinks he doesn’t have - shit, vomit and death. Beyond that, anything else is on the tables. His favourites would definitely include pred/prey, bondage, overstim, bloodplay, watersports, knife play, choking, cumplay/breeding kink, cockwarming, exhibitionism/voyeurism and marking/biting. He does have a preference for an active and willing partner, that being said CNC is also something he would enjoy as long as it was clear that both parties wanted it prior to the scene being played out.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Loves fucking at his desk - cockwarming especially. Loves cockwarming during inappropriate times too, like during family meetings. Or fucking you at Lady D’s house, edging you on and reminding you not to make a sound whilst making it impossible for you not to moan or scream his name. Anywhere and everywhere is an option for Heisenberg, but the riskier it is, the more he seems to love it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Literally, anything and everything. A breeze hitting him the right way will get him horny. You could be walking past in sweatpants and a baggy jumper and he will want you bent over the bench with his dick railing into you. It doesn’t take much, the man ain’t fussy.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Killing someone during sex would be a big turn off. Involving any talk of Miranda or Lady D would also be off limits.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Doesn’t really have a preference. Is a master at getting you off with his mouth and will gladly spend hours dedicated to mapping you out and causing you to cum again and again with his just tongue. By the time he’s finished with you, you won’t be able to walk and you definitely will have a number of bruises and bite marks against your thighs as well as a pretty decent beard burn going on. His favourite thing to do once he’s pulled away is to put his cold hands against your thighs specifically where his beard burn is, just to feel you squirm and attempt to kick him away.

Receiving - he loves throat fucking you, or having you kneel under his workbench, tied up nice and tight, with his dick resting heavy on your tongue as he works, occasionally reaching down to stroke your hair, scratch at your scalp or fucking his hips up into you so you don’t get too cozy down there. Your jaw and throat always aches afterwards and he loves hearing how hoarse he’s made your voice - he will always have a drink waiting for you afterwards, but first he needs to hear how well he’s fucked your voice out.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It’ll depend on the mood - definitely after leaving the village there is more of an opportunity for Heisenberg to reach a more romantic, slow and sensual pace (although it definitely happened whilst in the village, it was just rare as often Heisenberg used sex as a stress release as well as a way to feel like he’s achieved something or made someone proud), but his more natural pace will always be fast, deep and on the rougher side.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Good way to scratch an itch and was, for a good portion at the beginning of your relationship, the only way you’d have sex as the only reason you were having sex was to scratch an itch or for stress relief. As time went on, things changed and although ‘proper’ sex and longer sessions became the norm (especially because he loved to dedicate the time to map out every inch of your body and see exactly what makes you tick), he still loves a good quickie during the day.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He will try anything once, after all it’s how you figure out if you like something or not! In terms of risks, if it's a risk of getting caught, he is more than happy to take it. If it's a risk to your safety? Not on his life.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

It doesn’t take long for Heisenberg to recover - unless you’re having a quickie, you best be ready for multiple rounds. Even if he can���t get it up, he will plaster his mouth between your thighs until your voice is hoarse and you’re squirming and weakly tugging at his hair in a vain attempt to pull him away. He loves feeling your strength pull away with each orgasm, seeing how weak and tired you become because of him. He’d never go too fair without prior warning, and if you safe-word out he will pull away instantly and be straight into aftercare mode. As for how long he lasts…..it really does depend on the situation, but if you have enough time and are in an environment where he feels safe, who knows how long he’d last. You have sat in his lap, cock buried deep inside of you for the entirety of many a family meeting, having to hide the fact that he was hard and throbbing inside of you. So, you know for a fact, he can last that long under stressful situations.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’d make his own and have a little collection. He’d definitely think of something whilst working on his metal army, make it and instantly turn to find you to test them out. If it’s something a bit more intense, he’ll test it on himself first before seeking you out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you and keep you on edge of your first orgasm, making it out that he’s close to making you scream only to pull back and watch you pout, beg or even scream in frustration. His favourite place to tease you, though, is in a place where you can’t protest or beg, where you need to be silent or keep whatever you’re doing a secret. That’s definitely when the worst of his teasing will come out.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

It will depend on the situation (see wild card for submissive!H), but usually? He wants to drink in the sounds he has you make - he’s all short grunt and growls and soft murmurs of praise against your skin and dark promises that merge seamlessly with general dirty talk with small groans and moans peppered throughout. If he’s had an awful day, however? He’s much louder, much more aggressive. He needs to fuck his emotions out - and this is definately when his pred/prey kink comes into full swing. He will chase you throughout the village, throughout his factory, wherever he can, and is nothing but growls and snarls, every sound coming from his throat animalistic. He also bites a lot more too, claiming you as his, and it’s the only time that his sounds are muffled slightly.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

If you get him worked up enough if you get the chance to dom him (he will sub for a selected few), he will always end up babbling out his begs in German. If you ask nice enough, he may order you around in German or Romanian, but the only time it naturally comes out is when he’s so far gone into subspace, so needy and desperate, that it’s just natural for him to speak his first language. In general, if you get him to sub for you, he will not shut the fuck up - all moans and whimpers and broken groans, small promises to be good for you if you would just touch him already . Bratty sub for sure, definitely into pet play. Will only ever be able to handle a gentle dom for obvious reasons, and has a major, major, major praise kink, both giving and receiving but get this boy into subspace and praise him and just watch him whine and squirm and ask for more. If he’s misbehaving at home and you jokingly say ‘behave pup’, he will get flustered so quickly.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Body wise, he is quite muscular but has a nice layer of fat to soften things out - it actually surprises you how strong he is from brute strength alone because he definitely doesn’t look it at first glance.

Cock wise - he’s more thick than he is long, average length but with a good amount of girth that has you feeling that stretch for hours afterwards.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I’d say pretty high, but he is also good at distracting himself from it? During his tenure at the village, he’s so focused on escaping that it looks like his sex drive is low to normal. But the moment you get out of the village? Have your own place where it’s safe and no one is there to stop you? All bets are off, he cannot keep his hands off of you. Half of it is catching up for lost time, half of it is just the fact that the man is permanently horny.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

When domming: He doesn’t fall asleep often, but he will doze or rest his eyes for a second and enjoy the afterglow. He won’t leave to go back to work until you’ve fully conked out though, unless something desperately pressing comes up and he has to go. He’d rather spend this small amount of quality time with you and making sure you’re okay before leaving you alone and even when he does leave when you’re asleep, he has his eyes on his monitor with a live feed of you sleeping, just in case something goes wrong and you need him.

After subbing: He usually passes out pretty quickly. Subbing takes a lot more energy out of him than domming does, so once he’s cleaned up and has received his dose of praise and love, he usually falls asleep with his head in your lap, on your tummy or on your chest. He can’t wake up alone after a sub scene, even the very idea of it freaks him out, so you better make sure you have something to do as he naps because once he’s out, he’s asleep for hours.

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hiii, how are you? may i ask angst alphabet for Ace? thank you ❤️

Angst Alphabet - Portgas D. Ace

a/n: hi hi!! here you go! OMG angst is still really hard LOL I don’t want to think about their rough life 😔😔😔😔😔 ANYWHOOOOO thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy<3

warnings: on the letter S there is mention of self harm

A-Accident (would they blame themselves if you died in an accident?)

Ace would definitely blame himself. He’s always thought he was a no-good demon child, son of a criminal that didn’t deserve to be alive (despite finding people that truly cared and loved him). You dying in an accident and him not being able to do anything about it would just reinforce what he already thinks of himself.

Regardless of your cause of death he is likely to attribute it to your association with himself, and because of that he will think it is entirely his fault, even if he wasn’t present at the time of your death.

B-Break up (How would they break up with you?)

His lessons with Makino really helped him develop manners and just a general sense of acceptable behaviour. So, Ace would just be clear and up front, no mixed messages, no miscommunication. He would take you some place quiet and away from others, and then he would be as honest and vulnerable as possible – it’s the least you deserve. The break-up would be very civil, you would definitely end on good terms (doesn’t make it any less sad though).

C-Crying (how would they make you cry?)

Sometimes Ace can take his teasing a little too far. Usually you can handle it, but there are just some days where his words cut deeper than ever intended (even if they have no malice behind them). It’s not his fault you’re having a bad day, or not realizing you are having a bad day. It’s just one of those things that happens sometimes. As soon as you start to cry though, he apologizes and reassures you so much, to make sure you known he doesn’t mean it and he’s only playing around.

D-Death (how would they react to your death?)

It would start out with a lot of confusion, like “what t-that must be some kind of a sick joke. H-how… w-what… they wouldn’t just die like that.” After it really sinks in that you have in fact died, Ace will just get angry. I don’t see him as much of a crier (spoiler alert – we only see him truly allow himself to cry on two occasions 1) when luffy got crazy hurt as a child and 2) when ace was on deaths door), so I believe he would react with anger.

Regardless of your cause of death (natural causes, accident, died in battle etc.) Ace would be unbelievably angry with himself, the world and you. He would be angry at himself for being unable to save you, someone he cares about and loves deeply. He would be angry at the world and whatever higher being there may be for choosing now to be your time. There are so many horrible, horrible people in the world, yet you had to die? It makes no sense. Lastly, he would be angry at you. Not a genuine anger but more so a “how could you just leave me like this? We were meant to be together forever.”

E-Emotion (what is one emotion they would try to hide the most and how would they do it?)

I think Ace tends to try his sadness. He tries to put on a brave face, not wanting anyone to see him cry as he doesn’t want to be viewed as weak or be even more of a burden on others.

F-Fight (how often do you fight? What do you fight about? Do you fight often? Etc.)

Fights with Ace, although they don’t happen often, can quickly get out of hand. He’s stubborn and his inability to accept that he’s not always right can cause a minor disagreement to escalate into an all-out fight. On a few occasions you have argued about him never turning his back on an opponent.

Your fights tend to be followed by cooldown time. Things can get quite heated (no pun intended) so you need some alone time and space to breathe. After that though, you comeback together and apologize.

G-Guilt (what is the biggest thing they feel guilty about?)

For his entire life, Ace has lived with the guilt of simply existing. He doesn’t think himself worthy of being alive. Can you blame him? It’s all anyone ever told him growing up. Despite eventually finding people who loved him for him, those feelings of inadequacy and worthlessness still remain and continue to plague his mind.

H-Heartbreak (what would cause them pain in the relationship? How would they deal during a break-up?)

During a break-up Ace is quiet. He doesn’t want to be around anyone or anything. He wants to be left completely alone so he can sort out his thoughts and feelings. He’d be quite devasted because he’s had so few people in his life love him on as deep a level as you did.

I-Injured (how would they react if you are badly injured?)

Ace would absolutely lose it if you were injured. He’d be concerned, upset, and angry all at once. First things first, he needs to know if you are going to be ok. Once that’s been established, he’ll be upset at himself for allowing this to happen. This will be replaced by the pure anger he feels at whoever, or whatever, caused this.

J-Jealousy (what do they do if they are jealous?)

When he gets jealous he turns into such a man child. He’s pouting and moping around while mumbling to himself. He develops quite a petty attitude. If you were to ask him “want to go get something to eat?” he’d respond with “why don’t you just go and ask ____ for some food.” But, as soon as you begin commenting on how jealous he’s acting he’s going to deny it to the end of his days.

K-Kill (would they kill for revenge?)

Ace literally hunted down Blackbeard so he could get revenge on him for killing Thatch. It’s not certain whether or not Ace had the intention of killing Blackbeard, however, he definitely had both the spirit and anger to go through with killing him. So, it is possible that Ace would kill for revenge. However, for the most part, he would prefer to just beat them senseless.

L-Loss (what is their greatest loss?)

Either Sabo or his mother’s death, would be considered Ace’s greatest loss. His mother died when he was a new-born, so he doesn’t particularly remember, or know, anything about her other than the fact that she was a kind wonderful woman. However, the loss of Sabo is something he remembers vividly. Losing Sabo had a major impact on Ace. It was an unfortunate wake up call as to how awful the world truly is.

M-Mistake (what is the worst mistake they ever made with you?)

One night, after a particularly bad day filled with a horrible series of events, Ace was letting off some steam (quite literally I suppose). Messing with his devil fruit power, throwing some flames around. He hadn’t noticed your presence and so his flames nearly burnt you. He was horrified, and he only felt worse after he noticed the pure terror in your eyes.

N-Nightmares (how often do they have them? What are they about? How do they deal with it?

Ace has nightmares frequently, they vary, but they all have the same underlying theme, that is, the people in his life don’t actually care about him and only view him the same way everyone else views the son of the pirate kind – a worthless devil with no right to life. He wakes up from his dreams in a sweat and finds himself in desperate need of fresh air (ya know to try and clear his mind). He ends up just sitting out on the deck of the Moby Dick looking up at the sky trying to tell himself it was all a dream. But his insecurity and self-doubt begin to resurface and soon he can’t discern imagination from reality. However, the moment someone else on the crew even speaks to Ace with something as simple as a “morning dude” he’s brought back down to earth and thinks to himself “no that’s right…. They love me… I wouldn’t be here right now if they didn’t.”

It’s a vicious cycle, but in the end, he manages to remember (even if it’s just for a little bit) that he is cherished.

O-Outrage (how and why would they get mad at you?)

When you continuously tell him there’s no need to stay and fight every single opponent. It’s okay to turn and runaway – in fact it’s safer to do that. When you say that he feels as though you don’t understand him. He’s not some careless, impulsive child who’s just looking for a fight (okay maybe he is a little bit). So he doesn’t really get super angry, it’s more so that he is frustrated and a little upset that you don’t try to see it from his perspective.

P-Past (what has happened in your relationship that changed the way you saw each other?)

It’s the same as the worst mistake he’s ever made with you – nearly burning you with his devil fruit. It made you realize that Ace can actually be quite dangerous (although you know he would NEVER hurt you intentionally). It made Ace realize that he needs to be more careful, the look of pure terror in your eyes has stayed with him ever since that incident, serving as a reminder.

Q-Quality (what is their most dangerous/toxic quality?)

His tendency to not back down from a fight is simultaneously his most endearing and toxic trait. He constantly places himself in dangerous situations with minimal concern for his own safety.

R-Rejection (how would they react to you rejecting their confession (or the other way around))

Having his confession rejected by you was definitely a blow to his self-esteem, but he respected and accepted your feelings. Instead of moping around about it he decides to laugh it off, trying to make light of a slightly disappointing situation.

S-Scars (battle or self-inflicted)

Ace does not have any scars, battle related or self-inflicted.

TW self-harm: I do think ace got worryingly close to self-harming, but Sabo and Luffy made him rethink it all.

T-Trust (have they ever broken your trust?)

The one and only time Ace broke your trust was after Blackbeards betrayal. You made him promise to take you with him when he left to hunt down Blackbeard because you didn’t want him to go alone. He promised but he had no intention of keeping that promise.

U-Urge (how badly do they want to see you after you guys separated?)

For a while Ace manages to get by by keeping himself preoccupied. But as soon as he lets up for even a minute, he realizes how much he misses you and is beyond tempted to just sail on back to wherever you are and tackle you to the ground plastering your face in lil kisses. When he’s not distracted, he really does miss you a lot. He hyper-fixates on what you could be doing at this very moment, whether or not you miss him too etc.

V-Vicious (what do they do when they lash out on you?)

When ace gets mad, he tends to get very loud. He raises his voice quite a lot and it becomes very, very frightening. He would never physically hurt you, but the anger and frustration in his voice is more than another to scare the shit out of you.

W-Weak (what makes them feel weak how do they try to avoid it?)

Constantly being reminded or associated with the Pirate King. Maybe it doesn’t make him feel weak, but it makes him feel horrible inside and stirs up a lot of feelings and remarks people would make when he was younger. Unfortunately, once word gets out there isn’t much Ace can do to stop this from happening, however, before this, Ace avoided this by not telling ANYONE. He only told Luffy and Sabo, with a very small handful of others knowing (i.e Garp).

X-X-ray (what do they hate and show it most obviously?)

He hates turning his back on a fight or turning his back on people that talk shit about those he cares about. This is seen during the Marineford arc. He doesn’t let Akainus words about Whitebeard slide. He doesn’t runaway. He has no tolerance for that shit.

Y-Yearn (what is one thing that they want but can’t have?)

Ok this may be dark as hell but, Ace just wants to not feel like a burden to the world. He wants to be viewed as something different/separate from his father, but he can’t change history.

Z-Zero (what do they do/say in your dying moments?)

He doesn’t let you go. He’ll hold on to you until he is forcefully separated from your body. He just starts to spout a lot of nonsense – things don’t make sense at all, but he can’t help it right now. He can’t think properly when you’re about to leave him. He just wants you to stay.

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Bokuto Fluff Alphabet

I’ve had serious Bokuto brainrot recently so yeah...

Alphabet listed below

A = Admiration (what do they adore about their s/o?)

Your patience. It takes a lot of willpower in order to handle Bokuto’s energy level. So he’s really thankful that you’re able to put up with his antics and stick by him through-and-through.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your hair. Something about your hair’s texture on or through his fingers just makes his heart flutter. He also has a tendency to ruffle your hair, especially if your shorter than him.

C = Cuddles (how they like to cuddle)

Oh boy... I hope that you don’t have to go anywhere because Bokuto will not release you until his cuddle needs are satisfied. This man will trap you in his embrace. His arms will be wrapped around your torso and his legs will be around your legs. So be sure to eat, drink, and go to the bathroom beforehand.

D = Dates (what is their ideal date with you?)

Anything where he can let out his energy, but in all honesty I see this guy enjoying beach dates the most. He enjoys splashing around in the water and having sand castle building contest with you. And of course he would want to play a few rounds of one-on-one beach volleyball with you. Also, he gets to see you in a swimsuit so that’s a plus for him ;)

E = Emotions (how do they express emotions around you?)

Bokuto is already a rollercoaster of emotions so he honestly has no problem showing how he feels around you. Whether he’s happy, sad, or angry it’s very easy to tell when it comes to Bokuto.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Bokuto would totally want a family, but it’s you who wants to wait. Considering he’s already a big man-child, you would want to wait for Bokuto to become more responsible before having children. And of course, you both would wait until you lived on your own before starting a family.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Bokuto has a tendency to take the exchanging of gifts as seriously as any volleyball match. Don’t get me wrong, he really does love it when you give him a gift. But, a part of him feels like he needs to top the gift you gave him by giving you something even better. Say for instance... you give him a small owl plushie, and the next day he gives you a near full-sized teddy bear.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they hold hands?)

Bokuto won’t necessarily hold your hand, but he will wrap his arm around your shoulders or your waist. It’s awkward while you’re trying to walk, but it’s also charming and endearing in a way.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

This boy goes into complete panic mode. Once, you attended one of his practice matches and the ball ended up ricocheting and hitting you square on the forehead. He started panicking and told Akaashi to take over for him while he carried you to the infirmary in order to get an ice pack for the newly formed bruise on your head.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Like I said before, Bokuto is a giant man-child. So, obviously he like to joke around with you a lot. However, when it comes to pranks Bokuto would rather play pranks with you rather than on you. Overall, his jokes and pranks are just like him. Big and full of chaotic energy.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Bokuto will mostly give you little pecks on the lips, cheek, or most often, all over your face. However, he will give you more passionate and intense kisses if he’s either excited or jealous.

L = Love (how do they show you that they love you?)

Show you... Hell, this guy will announce his love for you to the entire world. For instance, when you attended one of his tournament matches and he saw you in the stands, the biggest grin stretched across his face and he pointed at you and shouted loud enough for almost everyone in the gym to hear “Hey! That’s my s/o, y/n! Hey, hey, hey y/n! Wish me luck! Love you baby!”

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Without question, it would have to be the time you got a pretty nasty cold and Bokuto actually took the time to come over to your place in order to cheer you up and hopefully help you recover a little. He was a bit too loud for your liking and he somehow managed to burn the chicken noodle soup (mainly the chicken part), but you appreciated the thought and it showed that despite his childish nature, he really does have a somewhat responsible side. Key word being somewhat.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

He worries that one day you’ll finally have enough of his antics and leave him for one of his more mature teammates (namely Akaashi).

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

True to his appearance, Bokuto is a major night owl. He is able to stay up for hours on nothing more that pure adrenaline and energy. It takes almost everything in your power to make sure that his gets the appropriate amount of sleep each night.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Baby, babe, nugget, and cutie.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Teaching you everything he knows about volleyball of course! Outside the court, however, you both would binge tv shows that you both enjoyed or have a movie marathon together until you were board or until one of you fell asleep.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Smile by Avril Lavigne. It reminds you of how this goofball always finds a way to make you smile even in your darkest moments.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

There are pretty much no secrets between the two of you. Bokuto is the type of guy that lets you know what is on his mind without even asking. 

T = Time (how long did it take for you two to get together?)

Around 3-4 months. Let’s face it, Bokuto can be a bit oblivious at times. But when he caught feelings for you, he caught it hard. You were attending one of his practice matches and every so often you would catch him glancing in your direction. When his team was finished practicing for the day, he came over to you and practically shouted at you “Hey, hey, hey y/n! I need to tell you that I really like you! So do you want to go out this Saturday? Anyplace you want to go is fine by me!”

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

At first Bokuto will try to make you laugh. If he fails after multiple attempts, he would actually get serious and pull you into a hug while whispering comforting words into your ear and rubbing your back or stroking your hair.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Bokuto is proud of well... you, of course! And oh boy! Does this guy like to show you off! As soon as the two of you became an official couple, he didn’t hesitate when it came to showing you off to his team. “Hey, hey, hey everybody! This is y/n! They’re my s/o! No! They’re not just my s/o! They’re my cute little nugget and they made me happiest volleyball player ever!”.

W = Wild Card (random fluff headcanon.)

Piggyback rides. Just, all of the piggybacks. Whether or not you ask for it, he will lift you onto his back and carry you from one place to the next. He’ll even do this in school when going from class to class, ignoring all of the strange looks and confused glances that are sent his way.

X = X-ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Like I said, Bokuto can be very oblivious at times. However, he can be surprisingly keen when it comes to you and your emotions. He can pick up pretty quickly when your sad or angry. However, it does take him a while when it comes to more complex emotions like jealousy.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

With Bokuto, it’s go big or go home. When he proposed to you he wanted to do it in a big way. It happened while you were at one of his national games. After his team won the match, he suddenly pointed to the cheering section on the stands opposite to yours. At the signal they chanted “Y/N! Marriage? Y/N! Marriage?” Despite the strange method, you knew exactly what the message was. You ran over to him and accepted his proposal while hugging him tightly as soon as you met him back in the main lobby.

Z = Zebra (what kind of pet would they get?)

A dog. Specifically, one that’s like him. Big and full of energy. So probably a labrador or a husky.

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F U L L   N A M E   :   DALLAS JUDE BUCHANAN

N I C K N A M E S   :     DUCKY , DALLY BOY , SPARE

B I R T H D A Y   :     APRIL 30TH

A G E   :   35

G E N D E R   &   P R O N O U N S   :     MALE ; HE / HIM

H E I G H T   :   6′5 ; 195.58CM

B I R T H P L A C E   &   H O M E T O W N   :     BARN ; ETIOLE , TX

E D U C A T I O N   L E V E L   :     HIGH SCHOOL DROP OUT ; SELF TAUGHT

F A T H E R   :   JUDE ( SR ) ROY BUCHANAN ( DECEASED )

M O T H E R   :     UNKNOWN

S I B L I N G S   &    B I R T H   O R D E R   : MARIGOLD LEE BUCHANAN ( 13 YEARS OLDER / DECEASED ) , JUDE ( JR ) ROY BUCHANAN ( 3 YEARS OLDER / DECEASED )

P R I M A R Y   S O U R C E   O F   I N C O M E   :   BUCHANAN DAIRY FARM

M O S T   V A L U A B L E   P O S S E S S I O N   :     A RING MARIGOLD , HIS SISTER , BOUGHT AFTER SHE DECIDED TO STAY WITH HER BROTHERS RATHER THAN ELOPE WITH A MAN SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH . IT’S A SMALL GOLDEN RING THAT LOOKS LIKE IT MADE OF WOVEN FLOWER STEMS .

P O S T I V E   T R A I T S   :     LOYAL . CHIVALROUS . AFFECTIONATE . LOVING . HARD WORKING . KIND TO ANIMALS . OBSERVANT . PROTECTIVE .

N E G A T I V E   T R A I T S   :  POSSESSIVE . DISTRUSTFUL . OBSESSIVE . ENVIOUS . JEALOUS . SELF LOATHING . DESTRUCTIVE TENDENCIES .

G R E A T E S T   D R E A M   :  FINDING LOVE AND BEING LOVED IN RETURN . HAVING A FAMILY .

G R E A T E S T   F E A R   :     BEING REJECTED . BECOMING HIS FATHER .

B I O   :   DALLAS JUDE BUCHANAN WAS BORN INTO A BROKEN FAMILY . THERE WAS NO MOTHER , JUST AN OLDER SISTER WHO’S JOB IT WAS TO RAISE HER YOUNGER BROTHERS AND A FATHER WHO LIVED TO MAKE SURE THEIR LIVES WERE LIVING HELLS . NEGLECT , BEATINGS , BERATEMENT WERE ALL THE NORM .

FROM A YOUNG AGE DALLAS LEARNED TO DO HIS FARM WORK AND STAY OUT OF HIS FATHER’S WAY , OFTEN FOLLOWING AROUND HIS SISTER , CLINGING TO HER LIKE A DUCKLING WOULD IT’S MOTHER . IN A LIFE OF BEATINGS AND CRUELTIES , DALLAS FOUND SOLICE IN THE GENTLENESS AND LOVE OF HIS SISTER . BUT HE COULDN’T DENY , EVEN AS A CHILD , THAT HE WANTED MORE .

THE SIGHTS OF BOYS AND GIRLS PLAYING WITH EACH OTHER , MOTHER’S SMILING DOWN AT THEIR CHIDREN , FATHER’S LAUGHING AND RUFFING THE HAIR OF THEIR SONS . . . IT WAS ALL THINGS HE WANTED . ALL THINGS HE CRAVED . ALMOST ALL THE VERY THINGS HE WAS DENIED . THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE BEING LOVE .

THE FIRST TIME HE FELT THE WARM PULL AT HIS HEART , HE WAS SEVEN YEARS OLD . ON THE SCHOOL PLAYGROUND AFTER BEING PUSHED DOWN BY A LARGER BOY IN A RUSHED GAME OF TAG , A CLASSMATE OF HIS HELPED HIM UP . HE’D BEEN MEZMORIZED . SUCH KINDNESS AND CONCERN HAD ONLY EVER BEEN SHOWN TO HIM BY HIS SISTER . AND THIS BOY HAD OFFERED IT SO EASILY . HE DIDN’T WANT TO LET GO OF THE BOY’S HAND , BUT IN THE END HIS CLASSMATE PULLED AWAY TO GO PLAY WITH HIS FRIEND .

HE DIDN’T FEEL ANYTHING REALLY WHEN HE STARED DOWN AT THE BOY HE BASHED OVER THE HEAD WITH A ROCK . HE’D BEEN IN THE WAY . SOMEONE WHO HAD THE POSTION HE WANTED . HE’D ONLY DONE WHAT HE NEEDED TO GET WHAT HE WANTED . HIS CLASSMATE’S FREINDSHIP . HIS LOVE . BUT HIS CLASSMATE DIDN’T SEE IT LIKE THAT . REJECTION DIDN’T SIT WELL WITH DALLAS . IT HURT . IT HURT LIKE HIS DADDY’S PUNCHES . AND HE WASN’T GOING TO LET HIS CLASSMATE HURT HIM LIKE THAT . COULDN’T HE SEE ? HE’D JUST WANTED TO BE FRIENDS . AS THE BOY IN FRONT OF HIM THREATENED TO TELL , DALLAS FELT FEAR . IF THE BOY TOLD THEN DALLAS WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO STAY AND BE HIS FRIEND . SOMEONE ELSE WOULD TAKE THE PLACE HE’D JUST MADE FOR HIMSELF . SO HE DECIDED , IF HE COULDN’T HAVE THIS LOVE , THEN NO ONE COULD .

THIS IS HOW MARIGOLD FOUND HER BROTHER . ONE BOY WITH HIS HEAD BASHED IN AND BLOODIED , ANOTHER WITH A BRUISED AND BROKEN NECK , DALLAS SITTING BY HIS SIDE , HOLDING HIS HAND , A BOOK OPEN IN HIS LAP AS HE READ OUT LOUD . READING TO HIS FRIEND . FEAR , MUCH LIKE DALLAS HAD FELT , BUT SO DIFFERENT , FILLED HIS SISTER , AND SO SHE MADE A CHOICE .

ONE BOY WAS PUT INTO THE FERTILIZER GRINDER BACK HOME , CLOTHES WERE BURNED AND THE MESS OF GROUND FLESH AND SOIL NEEDED TO BE USED . DALLAS REFUSED TO PUT HIS FRIEND IN THE GRINDER , ASKING IF HE COULD KEEP HIM , HE WAS AFTER ALL , HIS . AND SO THEY BOUGHT A SAPPLING . A PRETTY LITTLE TREE . THE GROUND BOY WAS USED AS SOIL , THE FRIEND STRIPPED AND BURRIED SIX FEET DEEP , THE SAPPLINGS SOOTS SURROUNDING THE CORPSE .

DALLAS GOT HIS WISH . HE WAS ABLE TO KEEP HIS FRIEND . NO ONE ELSE COULD HAVE HIM . AND HE’D BE HIS FOREVER .

YEARS WENT BY . ONE OR TWO OR THREE MORE MISSING KIDS . ONE OR TWO OR THREE MORE TREES PLANTED ON THE EDGE OF THE FARM . DALLAS COULDN’T HELP IT . HE COULDN’T STOP FALLING IN LOVE . HE COULDN’T STOP HIS DESIRE TO BE LOVED AND WANTED AND NEEDED . HE COULDN’T STOP HIS VIOLENT OUTBURSTS AT REJECTION . NOTE EVEN TOWARDS HIS OWN FAIMLY .

IT’D ALWAYS BEEN OBVIOUS TO EVEN A STRANGER THAT JUDE SR CARED MORE FOR HIS SON JUDE JR . IT WAS PAINFULLY OBVIOUS IN HIS MANNERISMS , IN HIS SPEECH , IN HIS CARE . NOT ONCE SINCE HIS SECOND SON WAS BORN HAD JUDE SR EVER CALLED DALLAS BY HIS NAME . HE’D ALWAYS BEEN “ A SPARE ” .

DALLAS LOVED HIS BROTHER . OLDER BY HIM THAN THREE YEARS , JUDE JR HAD NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG BY DALLAS THAT WOULDN’T FALL OUTSIDE OF “ BROTHERLY TYSTS ” . AT LEAST HE HADN’T DONE ANYTHING BUT GET THE LOVE THAT DALLAS CRAVED . THE VALIDATION OF THEIR FATHER .

THERE WAS NO HATRED . NO HARD FEELINGS . THERE WAS NOTHING WHEN DALLAS SHOVED JUDE JR OVER THE EDGE OF THE CREEK AND ONTO THE ROCKS . THERE WAS NOTHING BUT A SADNESS AT HIS BROTHER’S DEATH WHEN HE WATCHED AS THE WATER CONSUMED HIM AND DRAGGED HIM DOWN THE CREEK , HIS BODY FACE FIRST IN THE WAVES .

THE DEATH OF HIS FIRST BORN GOT THE DESIRED REACTION . NOW ALL OF JUDE SR’S LOVE AND AFFECTION WERE TO FALL ON HIS ONLY LIVING SON . ON DALLAS . AND THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT THE BOY HAD HOPED FOR . AT THRITEEN YEARS OLD , HIS FATHER FINALLY CALLED HIM BY HIS FIRST NAME . IT WAS A SHAME , THAT HIS FATHER’S LOVE AND AFFECTION WASN’T AS BLISSFUL AS DALLAS HAD THOUGHT . NO SOONER DID HE LEARN OF HIS FATHER’S TRUTH , DID HE PULL AWAY . GOING BACK TO CHASING AFTER HIS SISTER AND FOLLOWING HER LIKE A DUCK , REFUSING TO BE THE HEIR HIS FATHER WANTED .

IT WAS ONLY FOUR YEARS LATER WHEN DALLAS FELT TRUE LOSS . WHEN HIS HEART TRUELY BECAME BROKEN . WHEN HIS FATHER MURDERED HIS SISTER IN A BLIND AND DRUNKEN RAGE . THE ONLY PERSON WHO’D GIVEN HIM UNCONDITIONAL LOVE . HE BURRIED MARIGOLD UNDER A PINK FLOWERING SAMPLING IN FRON OF HIS HOUSE . AND HE’D LEFT HIS FATHER , DRUNK AND UNCONCIOUS IN HIS NEIGHBORS PIG PEN TO BE EATEN ALIVE AS PUNISHMENT FOR HIS CRIME .

YEARS PASSED . ONE OR TWO OR THREE OR TWENTY-NINE PEOPLE MISSING FROM ALL OVER THE STATE . ONE OR TWO OR THREE OR FOURTY-TWO TREES PLANTED AT THE EDGE OF HIS FARM LAND . STILL YET TO FIND A LOVE THAT STICKS . STILL YET TO BE FREE FROM THE STING OF REJECTION . PITTIED BY THOSE IN TOWN AS A LONELY MAN WHO ONLY HAS HIS COWS TO LOVE AND LOVE HIM IN RETURN . BUT AT LEAST HE’S A HARD WORKER . AND NOTHING LIKE HIS FATHER .

AT LEAST THE TOWNS PEOPLE HOPE .

T A G S   :     DALLAS BUCHANAN ; DALLAS BUCHANAN IMAGINE ; DALLAS BUCHANAN X READER

[megastarstriker]

~{Unfortunate Events}~𝑨𝒛𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓  𝒙 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒚 ---------------------------------------------- 𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓛𝓞𝓖𝓤𝓔 •·················•·················•

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“Faithful Encounters”

   Part Two

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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Aziraphale x reader x Crowley

𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢: Good Omens

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩:??

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: She was just the new angel that day, only to be casted out on the spot, like a baby bird being thrown out of its nest to learn how to fly on its own against its will. She was an outcast and had no place or purpose there or even in the pits of fire. Now she finds herself reliving her traumatizing nightmare when she was child, as she counts the final days of the world’s demise as she plans ruining ‘The Lady Above’s Great Plan’.( I do not own Good Omens or its characters only the ones I create.)

𝑲𝒆𝒚𝒔 :

(Y/N) = Your Name

(S/C) = Skin Color

(B/T) = Body Type

(H/C) = Hair Color

(H/L) = Hair Length

(H/S) = Hair Style

(Y/A) = Your Accent

(F/C) = Favorite Clothing

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TOM HIDDLESTON  as 𝘼𝙯𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙡

I walked down briskly as I looked at my watch.

“No way in hell that was Crowley”, I whispered to myself harshly hoping no one could hear me, as I walked through the crowded streets.

‘But then again he was literally from hell’ I thought with quite the reasoning but shook my head from those silly thoughts, and kept walking until I saw the Ritz.

‘Seriously what are the chances I was gonna meet Aziraphale as well’, I thought with a nervous chuckle,’ I’m pretty sure its very low and if it were to happen it will be from complete coincidence. Besides as far as I know, does not leave his bookshop on busy days and this day is no exception from that.’

I then opened the door to the Ritz and looked around to see if a spotted a certain friend of mine and surely enough from all of the people that were either talking, chattering , simply sitting in a calm fashion there was only one of the rest that had there arm raising as they waved excitedly at me in a likely childish way.

Almighty, I thought with a sigh as I walked towards the smiling lady at her table.

“Hey, (Y/N)”, she said in a cheery voice as she welcomed me.

“Hello, Elizabeth how are you doing?”, I asked a bit bored yet happy tone to see her.

“Good, well don’t just stand there have a seat!”, She said as she gestured to the seat across from her as I gladly made myself comfortable,” I’m so glad to see you didn’t keep me waiting like the last time.”

“Well, I was planning on doing it again, but I rather prefer this side of yours than the other as much as I hate to admit it.”, I replied with smirk as 

“You are such a meanie you know that”, She replied with playful expression as she slapped my hand lightly.

“Only when I want to, of course.”, I replied with a small chuckle as I fixed my seat,” So what was this ’Oh So important gossiping thing’ you had to tell me anyways, that you apparently dragged me here for.”

“Well, if you’re insisting then I guess I should tell you”, She replies,” Anyways..”

After we ordered our food and waited ,a whole 20 minutes passed of her telling me how her day was, she then started to ask me how was my day.

“Oh nothing really”, I said trying to keep my face neutral but failed as I lied.

“Oh Big Bullocks, tell me because from the looks of that face you’re making it seems you saw something interesting all right and I wanna know.”, She replied clearly not buying my lie for a minute.

“I sort of ran into a guy ,an old friend of mine, who I was very close friends with-”, I responded midsentence but was cut off by her to continue.

“You what?!”, She said her eyes wide as saucers with a excited grin as she misinterpreted what I just said,”(Y/N) do you know what this means, what you just said?”

“Um, sort of... I”, I responded in confusion as my eyes squinted at her slightly.

“You are in love!”, She said as she smiled widely and squealed like nails on a chalkboard.

Catching on to what she was saying I immediately declined.

“Oh no no its nothing like that, believe me your getting way ahead of yourself,” I responded in a bland expression as I tried to hide meekly blush appearing on my cheeks.

“Of course it is, you’re only making it more obvious by denying it you know”, She replied trying to pry out the information out of me.

“No there isn’t any love indication with him and I’m sure of it. I’m serious”, I replied trying to think of a way to change the subject.

I then spotted the food tray on our table.

“Oh wow would you look at that the food has arrived!”, I said in a cheerful tone as I thanked the waiter for bringing our food.

“Mark my words, (Y/N) (L/N) I will find out your secret, you so cravingly hide.”, She said as she pointed the spoon at me as she squinted her eyes at me.

“Speaking of cravings. Let’s eat.” I said suddenly successfully changing the subject.

After we finished eating and payed for our delicious food, we headed outside for a walk.

“So were would you like to go?”, I asked her as I walked beside her.

“Well there is this bookshop, I’ve been wanting to go to, maybe look at some books.”, She said thinking out loud as she paced through her mind,” It’s a few blocks away I believe if I’m correct.”

“Well, I’ll go if you go. Lead the way”, I said as I followed her 

It took us a few moments to get there but when we did reach the bookshop I couldn’t help but have the feeling I’ve seen this before.

“A.Z. Fell & Co. Bookshop”, I read as I looked at the sign, the store’s outward appearance was a bright red and had two signs one that said ‘OPEN’ and other had an Opening hours that was surprisingly and oddly long. It read:

Bookshop Opening Hours

"I open the shop on most weekdays about 9:30 AM. perhaps 10AM. While occasionally I open the shop as early as 8, I have been known not to open until 1. Except on Tuesday. I tend to close about 3:30 PM, or earlier if something needs tending to. However, I might occasionally keep the shop open until 8 or 9 at night, you never know when you might need some night reading. On days that I am not in, the shop will remain closed. On weekends, I will open the shop during normal hours unless I am elsewhere. Bank Mondays will be treated in the usual fashion, with early closing on Wednesdays, or sometimes Fridays.

(For Sundays see Tuesdays)

A. Z. Fell, Bookseller"

“Well from the looks of it it’s opened,” I said as I ignored the long opening hour sign in front of me as it was far too tiring to read,” After you.”

I opened the door for my friend while I followed behind her as the door closed causing a ‘ding’ of a bell to sound on the shop, alerting that someone had entered.

I awed in amazement as I saw the bountiful of books in the shelves, 

‘This place looked stunning, even more than my library at home’ I thought as I scanned the bookshelves that held many marvelous and classical books.

“Oh no! I have to leave”, I heard Elizabeth say in panic,  As she looked at her watch with wide eyes,” I’ll get fired if I don’t hurry, I’m sorry I couldn’t stay for long.”

“It’s Okay, besides we’ll meet some other time”, I said giving her a small smile.

“Thank You for understanding”, She said giving me a small smile of her own,” Well, I’m off. Bring me a book as well!”

Just like that, she left the shop leaving me and the peaceful silence to myself. I went back to scanning the room in the shop and the books.

I came across a bookshelf and started dragging my fingers across the books embroidered and well- defined spines. I came across one that read “To Kill a Mockingbird A Novel by Harper Lee.”

As I was about to take the precious book from the shelf I heard a clear cough from someone behind, causing me to flinch and startling me as I backed away causing my back to hit something as I felt it touch my shoulder very delicately but the. As I was about to take the precious book from the shelf  

“U-Umm Excuse me, sorry to inter-”, I heard a voice say behind me, after it cleared its throat awkwardly.

Startling me, I jumped and backed away causing my back to hit something as I felt it touch my shoulders very delicately but then disappear as I heard footsteps back away from behind me. 

“Oh Dear, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” The masculine voice said in a soft tone.

I then turned around quickly locking eyes with two bright and beautiful ocean ones. The man—I had now confirmed—seemed to fit right in with the rest of the shop. His clothes had a very vintage feel to them, and although it was highly unlikely, something in myself told me that they were all original. He was not terribly tall, but he wasn’t short, either. He had such a kind face, that was currently frowning in embarrassment. All of this was topped off by some extremely blond curls—so blond in fact that they may as well have been white. Although he would not be considered particularly handsome by most estimates, something about him was drawing me to him like bread to butter.  the person did had some gained weight on him that had stood out very adorably with his nifty pastel suit and brown shoes that perfectly matched his cute little white bow tie on his neck. There was this sense of peaceful aura circulating around in a radiating way when I was near him. There was no denying in my mind that this person looked oh so gorgeous and undoubtedly out of a masterpiece painting. Purity and dainty was marked and sculptured in his beauty like an angel with perfection. Exactly like an angel. No, He was an angel. It was Aziraphale without a doubt in mind.

“You just looked so happy and so focused, I just thought it would be rude and no good manner of mine to interrupt your concentration.”, He said as he looked down in a meek and shy manner a nervous smile planted on his plump rosy lips.

“U-Um no worries...its Okay”, I started to say in a stammer, as I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment as I stared at him. ’Why am I stammering’ I thought in my head as I have never had occurred to have done this before.

“Oh really, well that’s good to hear, Crowley said that I had a tendency of sneaking up on people.”, Aziraphale said a hint of relief in his voice and with heart-warming smile along with chuckle.

I laughed as well feeling my heart skipped a beat and beating out of my chest repeatedly as if the sound I just heard was the most perfect sound ever created. ’Seriously what’s going on with me’ I thought in my mind thinking I was probably sick or coming down with something

“Good Heaven’s, where are my manners? I’m Aziraphale and the current owner of this shop. And you are miss...?”, He said as he held out his hand in a welcome fashion

“Mrs. (L/N), but my friends call me (Y/N) and its an honor to be standing in your bookshop”, I replied as I shook his warm hand gently in mine. 

“Oh, Thank You and its great to meet your acquaintance...”, He said with a happy grin on his face as he shook my hand happily.

“Have you come to purchase a book here by any chance.”, He asked as he let go of my hand and put both of them behind his back, his face changing in a neutral expression,” Because if you were so happened to be here for that matter, I’m afraid it’s closed.”

“Well, I- Um, had a friend who so happened that wanted to come here, but she left moments ago and I’m afraid she won’t come later,” I explained in a nice manner,” We were planning on looking about around your shop and see what books you had in here, and maybe buy one not completely sure. You see this is our first time at your bookshop. The sign outside said it was “OPEN” if I remembered.”

“Oh I must of forgotten to turn the sign at the door! I can be really so forgetful at times,” Aziraphale said in realization with a hint of horror, then his face was wearing a small smile that was adorned prettily with his rosy cheeks as he rambled with excitement, ”Well then, my dearest of welcome to you and U-Um you are free to look around the shelves in the shop and pick your book, you can also come to me if you have any trouble if you’d like or need any assistance in picking one, of course there’s that one-- Oh goodness me ”

“Well now that you mention it, I actually don’t even know what book to look for, I hope it wouldn’t be a bother if I could ask for some help from you, Aziraphale?”, I replied as I smiled slightly at him saying his name in a soft tone.

He looked at me with those captivating eyes of his and hastily replied, ”N-no it wouldn’t be at all, on the contrary I actually enjoy helping people and its my job, especially with finding a good book to read. I like reading myself, you see and in terms of working here I pretty much know all of these books from top to bottom. You never know when someone needs a good night reading or any literature for that matter. ”

“Wow you mean, you work here all by yourself and do everything around here.” I said in complete amazement as I looked at this person with utter most respect as I followed him at his side.

“Y-yes I do in fact, but its never a bother for me ,really. It keeps me more motivated to do things around and it keeps me busy, despite how hard it is. It does get quite lonely here, but the silence hear is lovely and perfect for reading-- I’m rambling again aren’t I? ”

“Oh its okay ramble away if you have to, its quite entertaining. You weren’t joking about the shop being quiet though,” I said as I let out a joyful chuckle, trailing behind him.

“You are too nice and yes it is quiet indeed”, He agreed as he laughed along, he then went and carried a big stack of books towards, ”I’ll be back, once I’m done organizing these over on that shelf”

The books looked pretty heavy and there where piled no more higher than him and it worried me that it was going to fall as it wiggled and the carrier holding the mount of books was having a lot of trouble.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help with that?”, I asked with concern as I watched him trying to look were he was going by peeking slightly at the front of the pile of assorted books.

“Uh No no need, Dear. Just having a bit of trouble carrying them that’s all, they are quite heavy.”, He said with a bashful chuckle as he kept walking towards a hallway his lips forming sounds of struggle.

Not buying a bit of his excuse, I decided to take it upon myself to follow him and as I stood in front of his view, grabbed half of the stacks that were above the pile as many as I could until I had the same amount of books in Aziraphale’s hands. Startled and now being able to see clearly as there were no more little than 7 or 6 books in his hands, he looked at me shocked and with softness in his eyes.

“You do know it’s okay, to ask for help, Right?”, I said with a smile, as I carried the pile of books in my hands.

“O-of course ....Thank You”, He said as he looked at me with slightly wide eyes in pure shock, a hint of shyness in his voice.

“Your welcome”, I replied with a small grin.

A few hours passed as I helped Aziraphale with sorting his books on the shelves, and he talked about many things and books as well as I did, the only sound in the shop was the clock ticking by. But as we did there was something that has been bothering me since we first talked. ‘Why didn’t he remember’, I thought with worry.

‘It has been many years since I’ve seen him so maybe it wouldn’t have really jogged his memory for me to appear, but then again I did kind of expected him to at least remember me’ I thought quite angrily yet understanding as I thought of  the angel,’ Couldn’t really blame him though with upstairs and all of that involved it wouldn’t surprise me for him to forget me, too many years of paperwork I guess. Shouldn’t that be a good thing though? I mean for all I know as much as an angel of a principality he is and may seem he could be working with heaven to execute me and he is danger to me if it does seem that way.

 “Well, now that the books are in there proper places”, Aziraphale said as he looked at the books he had just stocked with glee,” I’m ready to help you with finding the perfect book for you. So what do you like to read in your spare time?”

“Mostly about Paris or anything really that captures my attention, but to save your time after sorting all those books with me...,” I said as I paused for a moment to look at the bookshelf and analyzing each book, then later spotting one that caught my curious eye,” Aha! This one.”

I took it out and the embellished cover read, “Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.” 

“Hmm its seems like a good read and exactly what I’m looking for”, I said as I pondered, looking at it for a moment,” Is it okay if I just borrow it?”

“I can tell and know how much these books mean to you, and besides I already have a library of my own at home. I do keep promises, when I say that I will return it as soon as I have finished it.”, I added knowing fully well why he seemed hesitant to reply to my question on borrowing the book.

“Well you did help and I appreciate it a bunch. As a matter a fact you can keep it,” He said almost a bit hesitant, but nonetheless very kindly and with a small smile, ”As a gift for helping me and all.”

“I couldn’t, I only helped because I wanted to not for something in return. I really can’t accept this”, I replied as I stubbornly declined his generous and absolutely kind offering.

“It’s a gift between friends”, He said softly as he looked at me,” I enjoyed your company very much, and It would make me very happy if you would accept it. I have an extra copy of that same book anyways”

Geez he really is an angel. He really lives the name up to its potential and meaning.

“Okay, but I’ll only accept it if you agree to let me help you around if you need any.”, I said as I held the book tightly in my hand,” and to let me come to your shop every once in a while. If you’ll let me that is?.”

“Since you insist, Of course and you are welcome to my shop whenever you can.”, He said in a friendly manner as he kept that smile on his face.

“Is it okay if I can read it in here for a while?”, I asked him half-wishing and half-hoping he would say yes,” That’s if you are fine with it.”

“There isn’t that many customers coming in today and I was about to sit down and catch up on my daily reading as well. Of course you can stay”, He responded with a glowing and beaming grin as he went to put on his reading glasses that looked very good on him.

“Thank You,” I said as my heart beat in excitement and with happiness mixed together.

“No need for that, I actually enjoy your company very much,” He responded waving off my “thanks”,” I’m afraid, its not every day you get to enjoy a nice book with someone else who likes them as much as I do. Glad to see, that I could share it with you.”

 “Would you like some tea?”, He asked me as he carried a tray with two cups.

“Oh yes. Thank you very much,” I replied as I took the cup he had placed in the small table in front of me.

I then remembered something important that I had to do today and quickly declined as I made up an excuse.

“Um, now that you mention it I can’t stay...”, I replied in a hurry as I rambled in explanation with embarrassment,” I had this thing going on  that I left at home and should be waiting for me ...”

“Oh really?”, He said in a surprised tone at my sudden outburst.

“Yes and I better get going, so have a nice and wonderful day.”, I said as I hurried for the door outside, before the man outside could open it. As I heard Aziraphale say ‘Come Again!’ behind me. I replied with a “Will do!” as the door to the shop closed swiftly behind me. Feeling blue and guilt for the angel I so much adored for not staying, as I thought of a way to repay him. I  sat down on a abandoned bench with no people walking in plain sight. I then grabbed my “Divine Comedy” book I had in my coat and looking sideways I mentally miracled some sticky note out of thin air with a pen and with my best calligraphy writing, I wrote:

“𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓐𝔃𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓮,

𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒷𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝑜𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌  𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑒

𝐿𝑒𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃

𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝐵𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈,

               (𝒴/𝒩) (𝐿/𝒩)

𝓟.𝓢. 𝐼 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓅. 𝐻𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔!”

I then put the cap on the pen and laid it down beside me. Taking out the written sticky note, I paste it on the front of the book’s cover and  miracled it to the shop with a snap of my fingers. I then grabbed the pen and sticky note box as I placed them neatly in the pockets of my coats. Whistling a tune, I couldn’t ignore the growing happy grin on my face, as my heart grew wings and did a happy dance as I would if I was alone and not in the public streets.

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{Nighttime}

I walked in a brisk pace as my feet hit the pavement on the ground as I made my long walk, As I approached my home and opened it. I then closed it and just when I did, I saw a silhouette of a man sitting in my chair in the moonlight as everything surrounding him was painted dark and pitch black.

“Home sweet Home”, The demon, Azazel said in a bored and mysterious tone as he looked at me with his piercing eyes, with a glint of curiosity behind it,”(Y/N)”

“What are you doing in my home?!” I asked startled and angry as I grabbed the vase next to me,” How many more times do I have to tell you to leave me alone before I resort to violence.”

“No hello? How nice of you. Well then, all greetings aside,” The demon said as it  approached quietly with each footstep, only to see  clearly as it stood in the light’s view, the demon looked and dressed decently in his black coat that he wore with his tie, hands clasped together behind his back and long black hair slicked back as he looked at me with a bored face,” I’m here to talk about business. I believe you know what I’m talking about.”

As I heard a thunder clap from outside, the pitter-pattering of rain resounding outside as it fell, covering the windows like a cascade or waterfall, I looked at the man in front of me with fury and disgust.

“Yes quite frankly, and no I’m not joining your side if that’s what you are offering. Neither you or them for that matter”, I said in irritation as I looked at the demon with a glare as I tried my best to be polite in the most hateful way as I pointed up and down to signify ‘Heaven and Hell’, I then pointed towards the door that leads to the outside,” There is the door, so you can show yourself off now.”

“Yes I know and I’m afraid, I won’t be doing that.”, He said with a dead and irritated tone obviously not bothered by my way of speaking,” I didn’t came here for that, I came because my Highness has sent a message for you.”

He then took something from his pocket and there was a letter with the name “Lucifer” burnt and imprinted on the front of the envelope with seal symbol of a pentagram.

“I don’t want his bribing or anything from him. I’m not some product or weapon to be bought with or to mess around ”, I said in a stern strict voice not wanting anything to with the demon or his poor excuse of his so called Highness, Lucifer, as I kept a confident posture, and not taking the envelope or so as to touch it whatsoever from his hands.

“It is not my place to say this, but the sooner you cut this weak and rubbish act of bravery and join our side, the easier it is for the both of us and this war,” He responded as he put the letter on the table,” In the end you don’t really have much of a choice, anyways.”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”, I asked in anger and irritation in my voice as I stood still in my spot in front of him somehow confused with what he said.

He then walked past me towards the door rudely, and not answering my question as he turn the doorknob and left not caring for the rain that pouring down from the star covered night sky, I followed after him in frustration as I yelled at him,” Answer me!”

“Oh I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise of the ‘Great Plan’, you’ll soon see yourself,” He responded as he stopped dead in his tracks, his back turned and facing me as drops of rain covered his body. He then turned his head towards me and said the sentence that I feared the most with a devilish-eating grin,” After All,......”

“𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽”

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{So what did you guys think?

I made Tom Hiddleston as my character Azazel because he fit the characteristics pretty well as he did for Loki. 

I hope you liked it 

and stay tuned for the next chapter}

[adarlingsnightmare]

Mikaela Hyakuya Yandere Alphabet

Anonymous said:

Can I ask for Yandere Alphabet for Mika?

I have more hcs for Mika that I might write, such as ones going along the lines of the main ons storyline so lmk if you wanna see those. 

A- Attribute: What brought on this side of them? What made them suddenly click?

Losing his family made Mika realise how easily everything could be taken from him, so when he started to develop feelings for you, his paranoia spiked more and more until he couldn't resist taking extreme measures to "protect" you.

B- Blood- If they're extreme how messy are they willing to get?

Anyone who Mika believes is a risk to your safety will be killed instantly, he doesn't care how messy it is as long as they're no longer a threat. Although, if someone were to actually hurt you (or even flirt because Mika sees that as a threat) they would be guaranteed a slow, brutal death.

C- Cope - Do they try to deal with this jealousy sooner so they don't lash out?

Mika tries to keep to just sending death glares for your sake, he really does, but that paranoid voice in the back of his mind keeps telling him that you're going to leave him and get stolen away.

D-Death, Do they feel any sorrow for their victims at all?

Of course not, those disgusting people were going to hurt his precious darling, in Mika's eyes they deserve their fate.

E- Earnest, Are they intense?

Mika's pretty calm as long as you stay near him and follow his safety rules, though he does have a rather intense stare. You'll often feel his eyes burning into the back of your head.

F-Fight, How would they feel if you fought back against them?

Mika would be distraught. All he's trying to do is protect you, but you're fighting against him? You want to be in danger? Do you hate him?

G- Game: How much do they enjoy watching you run and have a fearful expression?

He doesn't like it at all. All he wants is for you to be happy and safe, so seeing you afraid would make him upset.

H- Hell: What would be your worst experience with them?

Honestly, Mika's actually pretty tame towards you, so the worst thing would be the complete isolation from friends and family.

I- Iron: How emotionally stable would you be throughout the events that unfold?

Depends on you as a person, but unlike some other yanderes, Mika isn't as mentally damaging to be with. That's not to say being shut off from society and loved ones wouldn't take a toll on your mental state.

J- Jet- How fast would it happen for them to go yandere?

Honestly, the second he realises he has feelings for you, his paranoid and protective tendencies will be triggered.

K- Kill- Would they hurt anyone to get to you?

Of course! If Mika even caught a hint that someone could take you away or hurt you, they'd be dead in seconds.

L-Lonely, How much loneliness would they feel if you two were apart?

Mika would be depressed, but also extremely worried about how you were doing. He would be desperate to see you and make the anxieties plaguing him calm down by ensuring you were safe.

M- Might: How aggressive would they be towards you?

He may sometimes call you an idiot if you do something stupid and get annoyed at you, but that's the most he will do in terms of getting aggressive. He wants to protect you, not hurt you.

N- Next: Would they ever move on after you?

Potentially. He would be absolutely shattered beyond repair if you died, so if someone miraculously managed to get past his walls and befriend him, he'd be even worse than he was with you. They wouldn't leave his sight and would most likely be trapped inside a single room. There is also a potential for him to become delusional and believe this new darling is you, calling them by your name and dressing them up in your clothes, regardless of gender. Count yourself lucky you're his first darling.

O- Oppression- How many rights would they take away from you?

Mainly the freedom of being allowed to be alone and do whatever you want more than anything. Mika is paranoid you'll get hurt so he's alway restricting what you can and can't do. However, he's not the worst to get stuck with, he may sound overbearing but as long as you stay by his side and don't touch any sharp objects, he's pretty laid back.

P- Prize: Would they consider this a game?

Game? Not at all. Mika is just protecting the person he loves which he certainly doesn't consider a game, more of a duty.

Q- Quality: Would they to be secretive or be flashy about what they do?

Mika pretty much hates everyone except for you so... you won't really be seen by others anyway. It's also important to remember that Mika doesn't know he's a yandere, he just thinks he's being a good boyfriend and protecting his s/o from the horrible outside world.

R- Rain: Would they keep you trapped inside forever?

No, if you wanted to go for a walk somewhere or see something, Mika would take you out, but you generally spend your time inside (it's not like you have any friends to talk to anyway).

S- Stalker: Would they stalk you? How intense would it go?

Oh, he'd definitely stalk you. Especially if you were hanging around with friends, he has to make sure they aren't going to harm you. Don't worry though, it won't be long until Mika straight up kidnaps you, so the stalking won't last long.

T-Turmoil, Would they force you to team up with them?

No, Mika doesn't want you to be hurt so he would never try and make you team up with him.

U-Usage, Would they use you to get what they desire?

Absolutely not! Mika loves you entirely and would never even consider using you for anything.

V- Version: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Hmm, not really? Even if he doesn't kidnap you (i.e you two were in a relationship beforehand) he will still keep you isolated from the world.

W-Wild Card, a random yandere headcannon.

Mika is rather delusional and in denial, so even if you were a really nasty person, he would still see you as a precious angel. He is also somewhat easy to manipulate, mainly because he'll freak out and do anything to stop you hurting yourself, so self-harm and suicide threats are the easiest way to get him to do something (since he doesn't require your love as long as you're safe).

X- Xenophobia: How much would they get angry from their jealousy?

He'd be more worried than angry, but he doesn't trust other people, so he is prone to getting irritated if anyone is talking to you.

Y- Yander: How many crimes would they commit?

However many it takes to keep you safe.

[dorcasrises]

d o r c a s   b e t h a n y   m e a d o w e s

basics:

name: dorcas bethany meadowes (selwyn). pronunciation: dor·kuhs behth-uh-nee medoʊs. meaning: dorcas- good deeds and gifts of mercy, gazelle. bethany- house of affliction or figs. birthday: february 13th. age: twenty. pronouns: they, she & her. sexuality: bisexual. siblings: esther ruth selwyn. parents: apollo selwyn & mary meadowes. other family: arias selwyn (grandfather), alanis selwyn (grandmother), alice fortescue (cousin), edith fortescue (cousin). languages: english, a little french. current residence: the selwyn townhouse. hometown: bristol.

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: gryffindor. year of graduation: 1978. occupation: order revolutionary. pet: a pet frog named toad. blood status: halfblood. species: witch. patronus: coyote. the coyote can be seen as power-hungry, as their ambition is what fuels them. they are stubborn and wildly expressive, often using this trait to make an impression on others. they start most of their relationships as a way to get something they want, rather than as a friendly gesture. they can begin to care about people after they get to know them, but at first glance they rarely do. they could be considered selfish.  understanding that all things are sacred–yet nothing is sacred, intelligence, ability to laugh at one’s own mistakes, shape-shifting, teaching balance between risk and safety, illumination, stealth, clowning and humor, wisdom of folly, prankster, insight, playful.  boggart: there is nothing that dorcas fears more than seeing the family she’s finally found falling apart during the coming war. she will do anything to protect them all. amortentia:   crackling fire.  the smell of a crackling fire in a hearth or on the lawn is associated with the best memories of dorcas’s life. there is almost always one burning in gryffindor tower. to her, it’s the real scent of home.  ice cream.  her cousin lived above an ice cream shoppe, so dorcas has grown to love to sweet, cold scent. it’s a swift reminder of midnight treats and long awaited adventures. it is sleepovers and laughter and freedom to be.  silver polish.  as much as she would hate to admit it, there is something comforting about the biting smell of silver polish. her grandmother’s house elf would polish their wares every thursday evening for the majority of her life. it grounds her. wand type: 11 1/2″ cypress wood, dragon heartstring, pliant and swishy.  cypress wands are associated with nobility. the great medieval wandmaker, geraint ollivander, wrote that he was always honoured to match a cypress wand, for he knew he was meeting a witch or wizard who would die a heroic death. fortunately, in these less blood-thirsty times, the possessors of cypress wands are rarely called upon to lay down their lives, though doubtless many of them would do so if required. wands of cypress find their soul mates among the brave, the bold and the self-sacrificing: those who are unafraid to confront the shadows in their own and others’ natures.  as a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. while they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner.  pliant wand owners are eager, enthusiastic, and tend to be very easily impressed and/or naive. they often have a zest for life that is rare and unrivaled in most populations. a swishy wand will either surprise its owner by being surprisingly loyal or surprisingly unloyal and is most often known for doing the unexpected. It is usually great for charm work. affiliation: the order of the phoenix.

appearance:

height: 5′9″. hair color: chestnut. eye color: amber. typical hair style: typically, dorcas’s hair is wily and curly. when she’s working or concentrating, it is pulled up into one or two messy buns. when she’s going to be doing something physically exerting, she braids it back. when she’s in a mood to miss her grandmother, she will use straightening potions and style it back.  fashion style: growing up, dorcas wore a lot of sleek clothes in dark colors similar to her grandmother. eventually, her style developed to a more relaxed and comfortable fit. dorcas likes jeans or shorts with crop tops, t-shirts, and bomber jackets. she owns one bra and only wears it if she has to. if dorcas is dressing up, she still likes very disco inspired clothes. she loves warm colors and funky patterns. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: dorcas has an eyebrow piercing over her left eye which hides a scar from an old quidditch accident. she has a small tattoo of a fox on her side. dorcas also sports a tattoo of a phoenix on her arm, a sun on her wrist, a sunflower on her ankle, and a rubber duck on her ass. she almost always has the hint of a smile on her face and a certain noticeable fire in her eyes. dorcas almost always has tired rings beneath her eyes and is particularly known for her long legs.

personality:

positive traits: determined. spontaneous. academic. negative traits: ruthless. defiant. obsessive. theme song: heroes by david bowie

headcanons:

dorcas writes in a small nearly illegible mix of print and cursive. her brain is often moving faster than her hand can possible write so she has the tendency to slip into shorthand and scrawl the words as she goes. however, her handwriting does not appear messy at first glance. it looks like a very beautifully written diary. it’s only when you look close that you realize it’s mostly nonsense and only dorcas knows what was actually written down.

dorcas is not a great riser. seeing as she’s usually only crawled into bed or fallen asleep on the spot a few hours prior to wake up time, she’s bleary when first coming to. it takes several blinks and eyes rubbing for her brain to catch up to the world around her. if she’s being roused by another person, dorcas has the penchant for seriously irritability and occasionally, swinging at whomever is interrupting her sleep. if she comes to on her own, dorcas will usually start back at whatever she fell asleep doing, or she heads to the bathroom first thing.

while dancing was never so practiced a skill as piano, dorcas still has a natural proclivity towards it. she has a natural grace and fluidity to all of her movements that is only accentuated by the confidence and fearlessness by which she controls her body. it carries over into both her ability to duel or fight and her quidditch prowess. however, dancing never required so much forethought as those and dorcas will let herself get lost in it more often than anything else.

biography:

dorcas’s father, apollo selwyn, was born and raised among the sacred twenty-eight pureblooded families. he was a rebellious soul and musician that went travelling to play in bars both magical and not through the country. he is also a man who fell deeply in love with a muggle woman named mary meadowes. he pretended to know nothing of the magic world to keep her as close as possible and was disowned by his own family for being a blood-traitor. the two were married and by the time dorcas was born, he was committed to living in the muggle lie for the rest of his life. however, dorcas was no more than three months old when she started showing magical abilities. she would levitate toys into her crib and turn the lights of her nursery on and off. her mother was convinced they’d moved into a haunted house or were cursed.

eventually, apollo broke down and told the truth of the magic world to his wife. the news did not land well. she was a devoutly christian woman and now felt as though their entire relationship had been a lie. she was appalled that her daughter was a witch. her mother ran from them both, and dorcas’s father had no idea how to raise a child on his own. he was never the paternal sort. not to mention, he was frantic to retrieve the love of his life. in an act of desperation, he left dorcas with his own mother who was living alone as her husband had since passed. in exchange for dorcas’s grandmother to raise her, her father promised that he would not interfere with the child’s life again nor ask for her back to his home.

alanis selwyn was not a kindly old woman. she felt like she had failed in raising one child and would not do so again. she had high expectations for her grand-daughter whose blood by birth had already made her a disappointment. due to her mother’s muggleborn status, alanis would not even allow her granddaughter to keep the selwyn family name and instead insisted she go by her mother’s surname. it left dorcas with an obsessive need to prove her grandmother wrong at every turn. as a child, dorcas was put through all the lessons, training, and education as any pureblooded child might have had. yet, no matter how well she performed, it was not considered good enough.

dorcas grew up surrounded by the pureblood society who looked down their nose at the ‘embarrassing halfblood bastard’. needless to say, she didn’t find very many friends in these families. the few she did meant the entire world to her. they were her lifeline and hope that there was something better out there if she could find it. it was hogwarts that saved her. she cried with excitement the night she received her owl.

the sorting hat took it’s precious time in sorting her to gryffindor. he debated slytherin, but dorcas adamantly refused. she knew and hated too many in those walls. ravenclaw was a close second, as her passion for academics is well-noted, but eventually it was settled that due to her growling, she belonged with the other lions. truly, she found a home and a real family with her peers. dorcas worked endlessly to make perfect marks in school. both to prove to her grandmother and the rest of the purebloods that she was just as skilled and talented as any of them. perfection was all she could accept. there were endless nights of studying far beyond the curriculum which had been set, and delving into books well above her year. there was a desperation to know more and be more than just what she was. even the headmaster took a special interest in that drive she had.

in dorcas’s fourth year, her friends finally pushed her to get outside of the library a little more and pursue some hobbies for fun instead of simply ‘being the best’. dorcas’s humor had finally returned to her, and despite her desire to be perfect in her magic abilities, she finally felt more comfortable being herself with all the rule-breaking and fierceness that came with it. she took up a position as a keeper on the gryffindor quidditch team. it proved to be one of the best things that she ever did as it sparked a love of exercise and adventure. it steered her towards the decision to become an auror after graduation. who better to fight these dark art purebloods than someone raised among them, right?

however, not everything goes to plan. after graduation, dorcas did indeed begin on the track to becoming an auror for the ministry of magic. the training was hard, even harder than she’d expected. still, dorcas rose to the challenges and embraced them. all the while, she had pledge to work alongside the order of the phoenix as dumbledore invited her to join the revolutionary group. he had been grooming her abilities and her passion for justice for years. it seemed as though she was just able to manage both jobs, ever the overachiever, until her grandmother’s recent passing. it took an unexpected toll. dorcas quit auror training and began to work full time for the order. with her inheritance, there was no need to struggle for money, and there was a need in the order for dedicated people who were willing to sometimes put their morals on the backburner to be able to accomplish what was best for their side of the war.

again, her efforts did not go unnoticed. more and more she was given the jobs that others were hesitant to take. slowly but surely, people began to turn to her when things needed to be done and there was no one else to do it. it was easy to listen to her words of hope, her passion to keep the other’s safe and well, and the results of her years of rigid perfection in her casting made her a force in a duel. then suddenly and unexpectedly, dorcas was given a position of leadership among the group. she is still struggling to find her balance, often she feels like a lost lamb to slaughter, and can’t be certain she deserves the role. still, she is no stranger to adversity. dorcas is still driven by that need to be the best, but how long can she hold on when it feels like everything is always falling apart?

[himbowelsh]

hii !! i was wondering if you were still doing the valentines day headcanon’s thing cus i’d love to see a babe heffron one 🥺💖 if you aren’t its alright !! i hope you’re having a great day

valentines day alphabet  ( accepting! )

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

He’s so casual with it, to the point of being downright thoughtless. Babe hands out his affection in bright grins, loud laughter, soaking up personal space...  but he’s also a very intent, reactive listener. He’s excellent at engaging people. When Babe approves of someone, he doesn’t keep it to himself; his affection is vocal, physical, and uninhibited.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

He doesn’t know the first thing about flowers, but will fumble his way through a florist’s shop for a good cause. Should he be allowed to is the real question  ---  Babe trying to grow things is downright hazardous.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

He’s literally summoned by the word ‘chocolate’. Get one syllable out, and he’s there. Babe doesn’t have a favorite, he doesn’t need a favorite, he’s just a chocolate fiend.

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Is it cliche to say bowling? Because lowkey...  Babe’s a really, really great bowler. He shouldn’t be as good as he is. He doesn’t even like bowling that much, it’s just a talent, okay? And he does like showing off. Aside from that...  he’d love to go out dancing. Babe’s also a great dancer (notice he wants to impress his partner so bad that he’s only choosing things he’s good at) and will throw down any time, any day.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

An impulsive hugger, usually without warning, and absolutely not shy about it. Tight, enthusiastic embraces, with a bit more squeezing than necessary. Sometimes gets really into cuddling, if someone’s offering it up.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

He...  doesn’t flirt, to be honest. Doesn’t know how. Doesn’t realize when people are doing it to him. He’s just Babe, loud and enthusiastic and kind of goofy, with a definite charm to him; that seems to draw people in. Babe has the most success winning a date when he doesn’t try.

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

He gives weird-ass gifts, man. Things people would never need, and certainly don’t want. He bought Spina a whole keyboard once  ---  do you think Spina knows how to play the goddamn keyboard? He bought Bill Guarnere a Starbucks gift card. Babe always tries to get good gifts, but then he spots something and immediately settles upon it being the perfect gift; from then on, nothing can talk him out of it.

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

Very quick, and not usually that cautious about it. Babe’s impulsive, and doesn’t always think things through when it comes to how things can go wrong. He trusts his instincts...  and if his instincts tell him to love someone, he’s got no choice. Acquires crushes very easily, and they tend to stick.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Super easy? Why shouldn’t it be easy? It’s the truth, right? (He’s so casual about it, literally does not overthink it whatsoever  ---  throws out “I love you”s on any occasion, at any time, including while he’s on the toilet or just managed to burn dinner.)

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Again, Babe and jealousy just really don’t tango. He’s not a suspicious person. He doesn’t...  notice things. Doesn’t notice flirting when he’s being flirted with, and doesn’t notice it when his partner’s on the recieving end. He just assumes everyone is being friendly until proven otherwise, and it’s a dangerous habit.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Needs to slow down. He gets very into it very quickly  —  and the more enthusiastic Babe gets, the clumsier he gets. He’s an adventurous kisser, eager to explore so long as his partner will let him; better with his tongue than you’d expect; has a tendency to laugh into his kisses, which almost ruins the mood, but he manages to salvage it with a well-placed kiss behind the ear or on the temple. Has exactly no finesse, but a lot of enthusiasm. Babe’s big thing is touch, so he has to have his hands on his partner  —   preferably braced against their chest, squeezing lightly, as a way to keep himself focused while he works.

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

Oh god, where to begin? He loves his Ma and Pop to hell and back, adores his brothers and sister, loves all his extended family (and there are a lot of Heffrons), would throw down for any of his friends, is close with plenty of coworkers...  Babe lets people in easily, and ends up loving more than he ought to.

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   is morning or night a more romantic setting?

Eughh. Very much not a morning person, and would never subject a partner to romance before 10am.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

He gets so excited that he literally ends up falling over himself; has had a few near-death experiences, where his partner has pressed forwards while kissing him and he’s just...  tumbled the hell over. Onto the floor. But Babe’s versatile (not to mention flexible)  and can have sex anywhere if the situation calls for it. Extremely adventurous  ---  not just location-wise, but up to try most positions and most kinks, if given the right amount of persuasion. Aside from the clumsiness, Babe has an innate rhythm instead, lots of stamina, and is able to match his partner’s pace. he gets overstimulated easily, and runs out of breath if they push him too hard  ---  but the bright red flush to his face isn’t a sign of an impending stroke, it means he’s loving it. Babe’s also vocal; he can’t help it, rambling about how amazing his partner is and moaning in between each thrust is just how he keeps himself anchored a little bit, otherwise his brain would steam right out his ears.

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

He’s no poet, that’s for sure. Babe sometimes gets ahead of himself and stumbles over his words, especially when he’s excited  ---   but just get him pissed off. You’ve never heard someone tell another person of in such a crisp, clear, cutting tone.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Babe wants someone he can have fun with. Somebody who appreciates his sense of humor, even if they don’t always respond in kind. Someone...  with a lot of love to give. Genuinely, he’s not picky. Babe could do well in a relationship with pretty much anyone, but he prefers someone who values honesty; he’d thrive with a grounding force to his sometimes-frenetic energy, but overall, Babe just needs someone he can play off of.

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

He’ll be nervous as hell in the lead-up, and the ring will be burning a hole in his pocket, but he’ll ask. He’ll try, at least. This is Babe, walking human disaster on a good day. Trust him to drop the ring in a storm gutter as soon as he gets on one knee, then get his arm stuck trying to reach for it. The firefighters who come to pry him out have to propose for him.

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

He could try to be cynical and still wouldn’t manage it. Babe’s a romantic to his core... and even if it doesn’t always come out in conventional ways (like clearing the potato chip crumbs off the couch before his partner sits, or leaving a trail of quarters on the floor to their bedroom)  he's always got a knack for making things special.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Yeah. Mary Anna Giarratano. Her parents barely spoke English, the entire family had less than twenty bucks to their name, and Dolores was the hardest soccer ball kicker on the whole playground. In one afternoon, she sent a ball flying so far it landed in a tree and punched Jimmy Doherty for making fun of Babe’s haircut. Babe fell in love. (Dolores didn’t want the first thing to do with him, but the infatuation lasted for a year or two.)

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

It’s not something he’s thought a lot about, but he’s never doubted it. Of course true love exists. Some people stay together and happy for their whole lives. If that ain’t true love, what is?  (At the moment, he’s unwilling to admit to himself how much he wants that kind of love.)

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

...  romantically? Nah, he’s still unbroken. Let’s just say he wasn’t sobbing over Darlin’ Doris.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

...  it’s expensive. Like, why are chocolate boxes so expensive? Why do restaurants literally expect you to pay more on Valentine’s day, just for the same food you’d always get? And why the hell does jewelry cost so much? Babe doesn’t mind Valentine’s day, but hates how commercialized (read: pricey) it is. His ideal V-Day is doing something intimate but totally free. He... can think of a few ideas.

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

He’s very daunted by the idea at first, because he just...  doesn’t feel old enough to get married? Doesn’t feel ready? I could see Babe waiting a good few years to get married, and even then, he’d have to be in a long-term relationship for a while. He’s not afraid of spending the rest of his life with the person he loves  ---  it’s just the concept of marriage itself, how serious people take it, that intimidates him. (He’s of the mindset that two people truly in love shouldn’t have to put a legal ring on it, but...  hey, he’ll still do it, just to make his partner  (and Ma) happy.)

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Not that often. He tends to just go with straight names or surnames  ---  he’s not a big nicknamer out loud, but will sometimes give someone a name in his head that sticks, especially if he doesn’t catch their name the first time. 

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Definitely. Sometimes he’s too quick to jump at the gun  ---  hey, he sees somebody stepping in on someone he loves, he’s not gonna stop to ask questions, and it’s gotten him in trouble a few times  ---  but his heart’s in the right place. Babe is a fierce defender of his loved ones, and he can give as good with his mouth as he can with his fists.

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

...  okay, listen.  It’s something he’s genuinely defensive of, because it ain’t like he’s a virgin, okay? He’s...  slept with people. Once or twice. He’s doing fine. Babe’s problem isn’t sleeping with people, but keeping them afterwards...  which is really what he prefers. He’s not a hook-up guy, but up to this point, he’s never really been a steady relationship guy either. He wants to, and he tries, just hasn’t managed it yet. So...  he’s slept with 2 - 3 people, max. If asked, he’ll talk himself up and claim it’s more. Only Bill knows the truth.

[obeymefanatic]

Just started following you (really love your art ❤️) and I feel the same way with how uncomfortable the way the boys are projecting onto MC as a replacement for Lilith. When the main story is updated again, I really want it to focus on them learning how to work through their trauma of losing their sister, realizing how obsessing over the past is unhealthy and recognize that MC is their own person. What do you think? What other content do you want to see in the main story?

Hehe, thank you very much! I appreciate it.

Right, right! I would've loved for something like that as well. But they've lived for so long and not all of them are as hung up on Lilith as Beelzebub and Belphegor, imo.

Out of all the brothers, the twins are the ones, actually---Beelzebub is the MOST affected by her death. While the others weren't happy about her death, I'm sure, they seemed to have moved on enough to at least not remember her every waking day of their life. Meanwhile, Beel kept having nightmares, and his regret really ate him up from the inside. It didn't help that Belphie was kept away from him for a long time as well. Out of the bro's, he was the one who's always thinking about it, always reminiscing so sadly.

Mammon and Levi are always occupied by their money and games respectively, it's all they talk about. Asmodeus is as cheerful as ever, we all know this one goes clubbing a lot. He has a lot of distractions. Satan on the other hand isn't even acquainted with her, she's practically a stranger, and the only memories of her that she knows is not even his. They're Lucifer's. When MC was brought up as Lilith's descendant, Satan said he felt happy, but he was confused. He doesn't know why he was happy and relieved--but it's because he was once part of Lucifer.

Lucifer can also be argued as the one affected most, but he hid it so damn well, I'm sure that even though he was also hung up over her as somebody who knew she lived on as a human, he had to suppress his desire to watch over her. And in suppressing so, he had to have numbed himself and told himself that she's living a happy life now, and there is no room for him---someone who is now simply just a part of her past---to interfere and intrude in her life.

Compared to Beel, whose sadness always seemed to show, Luci handled it a little too well, and was still able to go through his daily activities without looking down out of the blue. He was still Lucifer, working hard, scolding his brothers, keeping up with Diavolo's whims and getting along with Simeon and Barbatos.

Meanwhile, Beel's "arc" revolved around her. And he was actually the one who seemed to be overjoyed by the fact that MC is Lilith's descendant. I remember it all too well. But I'm not confident actually,??, but I just remember it by feeling! He's really the one who misses Lilith the most, and he's always the one who's bringing her up. I doubt Belphie's feelings because he got over her too quickly and was quick to apologize to MC, even though he could've been more confused about how he's supposed to feel. It was because she fell in love with a human that he started hating humans. It's a bummer that his hatred was looked over, and he quickly reverted back to being gentle.

Still, I'm sure they were all affected deeply. It's just a question of who showed it the most, and that was Beel and Belphie. (Beel, who couldn't forget about her even in his unconscious. And Belphie, who started hating humans because of her reason for dying.)

It would be nice if every brother was given a time to think about the revelation. They just accepted it straight! So questionable and mysterious. If we want them to get over their tendency to link MC with Lilith, especially Beel, this would have to be addressed and brought back to the story, which is a little too late, I think.

So I'd like for them to have a one-on-one bonding time with MC, and actually give MC more options to be themselves! Which means more questions for them, and more options to choose. I want to see the brothers ponder, and just realize that MC is an entirely different person, and while they cannot replace the hole left in their hearts with Lilith's passing, I want them to realize how important the MC is to them, not to their family, but to them, as an individual.

And meanwhile, I want this kinda arc of bonding to be about moving on and letting go. But really, with how old they already are, how long are the lives they've lived, it shouldn't take much. I just also want to see a speck of immortality woes on the way they act. I want to feel that they're beings that have already lived this long! We don't feel that very often, actually.

And I'd also like to see a lot of action and plot conflicts in the future, instead of the dang family drama. Maybe if they focused on the present this time and the troubles that could befall their peaceful times, many things may be realized and could help them get over their past!

For example, MC's life might be threatened. Instead of how they glossed over that in favor of the joy the revelation brought in the last plot, this time, I want them to get scared, to actually think about it, and to act upon it.

The last plot concentrated too much on the brother's troubles. The MC was pre-occupied tryna fix their family instead of worrying about themselves. And with how the game's narrative ran, we were also only given chances to talk or "choose an option" whenever it's to move the scene forward (m not even sure about that) or when the brothers or the other people ask for our opinion. (I think the only time we get to do an action without it being a response is when we're tryna kiss or get in the brother's pants HSBSHSH--)

What I'm tryna say is, we really don't get to speak up or talk in the most crucial of moments where we want to have a say in! There are times when I wish I could've said something or said no in the game. When I could've DONE something instead of getting swept up with whatever the MC was getting into in the game!

That sneaking in in the past so that MC wouldn't be found out and accomplish their mission of tryna find out who let Belphie out! It was a little too forced how they were found out when we could've PREVENTED it from happening by being SMART and EXTREMELY CAUTIOUS about it!!!

But we weren't given an option to be like that. T'was like the odds were stacked against us so unfairly. I was so eager to accomplish that mission, because MC's pride was also riding on how well they'll be able to do it after challenging THE Lord Diavolo! It was the moment I was waiting for---MC's moment to shine!!! But no. We weren't given much of an option to succeed. We crashed and burned and witnessed our death, and because of that, the original timeline was erased. Like. Damn. But then everything quickly went back to normal and we didn't GET to give a DAMN!

....Anyway (god this is getting so long im so sorryHSHSHDBDVDG)

In the future stories, I want it to finally dawn upon the MC that the Devildom is a terrifying place full of demons with conflicting ideas, and not everything can and will be solved through the brothers and Diavolo alone.

In stepping unto Devildom and getting to know creatures from two other realms you didn't even know existed until you were dragged into their worlds, there are bound to be otherworldy things that can happen that would be far from the boring happenings in the daily life of a human. I want to feel that in the next stories to come!!

(So basically, I want them to focus on the MC's feelings more now!!! And show how important they are to the brothers---and I want more action! More magical battles and shows of power and all that stuff!! I want serious conflicts against the brothers and the MC--and how it will affect them and their peaceful lives!! I want to see how they will handle such troubles, and how their relationship with the MC will grow!! G I V E S E P A R A T E R O U T E S / E N D I N G S D E P E N D I N G O N O U R F I R S T C H O I C E S)

It's fun that we can go back and choose another option, but I'd like for the initial option to have an impact on where the story will lead us. That'll make it more interesting and fun!!

[prismatic-cannon]

uhm sis (or bro or whatever u prefer i just call everyone sis) pls reblog more fics like i need some good ones and pieces was hella good

Ahhh i’m really glad you like Pieces!!! It deserves more love for sure and the feels are only going to get better I can promise you that hoho \o/ (and I’m good with both sis/bro, I don’t mind either or it’s cool)

So far I’ve been blindly going through the AO3 tags for jojo fics so I’m not sure if my fic recs would entirely appeal to you … but if you’re interested you could definitely take a look at some of these faves! (Do mind the fics’ tags if you’re sensitive to certain tropes) Most of these are going to be heavily skewed towards part 4 and 7 (absolutely no one is surprised), but there’s other parts under the cut too!

Part 2

see you again by efthemia (6k oneshot with background Part 7 ship) - A Caejose reincarnation fic! This is set in a modern day au where Joseph and Caesar meet in another life … by crashing vehicles into each other lol

Can You Ever Go Home Again? by alexclusive (4k oneshot, contains Part 4 spoilers but is mostly centred around Part 2 and 3 characters) - I don’t want to spoil too much for this fic so I’m just going to copy paste the fic’s original summary here: “A few months after his adventure in Morioh, Jotaro goes on another personal errand at the request of his grandfather, and ends up discovering yet another lingering ghost.” A lowkey fix-it with feels!

Part 3

Torture Me by Xyloto (nsfw 2k oneshot) - The SDC gang walks in on jotakak inappropriately using their stands lmaooo enough said

Young Flame by greenteafiend (nsfw 7k multichaptered) - More Jotakak! Takes place during the Devil-Yellow Temperance part of SDC where Jotaro and Kak share that hotel room in Singapore lol

Kiss With A Fist by nevermordor (nsfw 6k oneshot) - Tempers and egos flare between Jotaro and Kakyoin as they make the long tenuous journey to Egypt – Fistfights inevitably happen. I really like how much of a cold hardass bastard Kakyoin gets in this lol

time after time by dimolto (11k oneshot) - TIME LOOP TIME LOOP TIME LOOP!!!! God time loops are one of my favourite tropes of all time, I don’t think I could get sick of it. SDC canon compliant (kinda) – Jotaro is the only person that’s aware of the loop and has to work his way out of it somehow. It’s jotakak too!! Highly rec this fic

Part 4

No place where we can’t go by tjesje (4k oneshot) - Josuyasu! Two dudes slowly fall in love over the course of their summer break. OP really nails the friendship between Josuke and Okuyasu – the banter flows so easily you can’t help but get caught up in how close and in sync they are with each other. Also, the summer vibes are super strong in this fic! Always a big plus with duwang content lmao

electric word life by Fluffifullness (8k oneshot) - More Josuyasu mutual pining + confessions, suuuuper sappy and sweet with some light post DiU angst.

Just Let Me Know, How Do You Feel? by hushroom (6k multichaptered) - Post DiU – Set during their college years, Okuyasu meets up with Josuke for the first time in a while, and they work towards overcoming emotional distance caused by the strain of long distance relationships and misunderstandings. Aged up Josuyasu content is always such a treat and this one doesn’t let down!

Bosozoku Boys by VulpesVulpes (nsfw 4k oneshot) - Takes place a few years after DiU. One night during a sleepover Josuke accidentally stumbles upon a porn mag under Oku’s bed – midnight confessions and feels ensue. This fic always has a soft spot in my heart just because of how vulnerable Josuke gets, argh my heart it aches

Crashing Waves by chamomilekai (7k multichaptered) - Post DiU – Josuke and Okuyasu deal with the lingering effects from the final Kira fight. It’s a slow burn romance with heavy feels where both bros find comfort and support in each other, very delicious part 4 h/c sob x10000

Part 5

the passenger by havisham (nsfw 5k oneshot, contains Part 6 endgame spoilers) - A Brugio fix-it …. of sorts. Ten years after Vento Aureo ends, mob boss Giorno somehow finds himself sent back in time with the opportunity to save Bruno and the others. I really like how desperate and jaded Giorno is in trying to save everyone, and how despite everything things still don’t go entirely the way he wants them to …

DIOmestic by writers_haven (4k oneshot) - Yep, it’s modern au mudad lmao. Some JonaDio here and there but the focus is mostly on Dio+Gio father-son fluff. It’s stupidly cute and there are little nods to canon material that I love to bits, like Hamon being reimagined as a fancy form of new age yoga ahahaha

Part 7

Riches and Wonders by etymology playground (8k oneshot) - A lighthearted gyjo fic that takes place during canon events – Two weeks after Sugar Mountain, Johnny and Gyro spend some R&R at a stand-powered onsen lmao. This was one of the first few fics I read right after finishing part 7, and it really helped to soothe the post SBR pain … not that I’m completely over it yet but then again would anyone ever be lol

Laundry by Petronia (2k oneshot) - Another lighthearted canon gyjo fic with lowkey ust lol – Johnny and Gyro take time between travels to do laundry. Idk, there’s something about gyjo domestic downtime that’s so comforting sob

i’ll see your face again by queenieofaces (2k oneshot, Part 7 endgame spoilers) - Oh boy this one … It’s a reincarnation au where Gyro experiences deja vu and misplaced memories from Phantom Blood and Battle Tendency during the events of SBR. 10/10 lots of feels bc reincarnation aus pair so incredibly well with gyjo gosh

nowhere to go; I’m already inside by librisdedita (31k multichaptered, major Part 7 spoilers all around) - A canon compliant gyjo fic – Johnny’s perspective on life is especially bleak in this one. OP tore my heart asunder by the end of this fic but oh man I wouldn’t have it any other way lmao

Cowboys Ain’t Easy To Love by jotarosgirl17 (36k multichaptered, Part 7 spoilers) - A series of interconnected slowburn gyjo canon compliant fics, suuuper heavy on angst and period-typical homophobia and internalised homophobia. Very good for a cry … or ten lmao

see you when the sun sets east by mourn (nsfw 2k oneshot) - Two cowboys sit five feet apart from each other not talking about their repressed feelings yeehaw. Jokes aside this is a quick but intimately tender glimpse into the beginning of Johnny and Gyro’s relationship

Spin This! by polyphenols (17k multichaptered) - A modern day office au where Diego works at a new tech startup named Steel Ball Run. Honestly, I don’t think I could ever properly articulate how much I love this fic – It’s full of sooo many nods and easter eggs to all the bizarre eccentricities that happen in part 7′s canon, and I think nearly every major/minor character gets featured one way or another, if not all (everyone works in the same horrifyingly open air office space after all). The witty banter and dialogue between characters are so snappy and succinct you can’t help but smile or laugh while reading along. Diego in particular stars as the long suffering Straight Man and audience surrogate into the madness that is SBR, with a lowkey crush on HP that slowly builds as the fic progresses (there’s background gyjo too!). While there’s more of a central focus on Part 7 at first, characters from other parts also make an appearance and gradually become more involved as well. I can’t rec this fic enough!!!

Diamond Ball Run by polyphenols (15k multichaptered, Part 7 endgame spoilers) - A gyjo fix-it of sorts … Johnny takes up Funny Valentine’s offer and asks for an Alternate Universe Gyro. The fic is mostly told from Alt Gyro’s perspective in the later half, and argh this makes my heart ache in so many ways I didn’t know were possible god help me –

happy new year, johnny by 3kanite (7k oneshot, Part 7 endgame spoilers) - Aaaah I just read this one today lmao – The fic is written from Johnny’s POV over the course of several new year celebrations – pre-race and during SBR canon. It really nails Johnny’s characterisations and personality shifts down nicely and makes the last year spent with Gyro that much more bittersweet and heartbreaking oh why won’t these part 7 feels stop coming for me

desperado by 3kanite (35k multichaptered) - Features missing scenes that take place during the events of SBR – Admittedly I’ve only read the first two chapters so far and haven’t fully processed things yet but I’m already so caught up in these pre-slash gyjo feels that I can’t help but rec this one catch me crying behind Owson’s @ 3am bc it’s just that good urgh I need an adult Could possibly be nsfw but I haven’t gotten that far in yet obvs

Aaaand that’s about it for now! Hopefully some of these interested you haha. Go show these wonderful OPs some love because they deserve it!!!

[sweethurtss]

ASTER — master of the stars, granter of wishes, and keeper of lore technically a god born when the earth was still new

— P E R S O N A L I T Y

very energetic, chatty, sociable, secretive, loyal, jealous

constantly flitting from one thing to another and some may say is quite flighty

when he finds something new that piques his interest, aster can be quite obsessive at first — though it is usually harmless, if just annoying

THE ORIGINAL AND NUMBER ONE FANBOY when i say fanboy, i mean it. he becomes very attached to those who he can write about in the stars — or who have potential to.

—  H E A D C A N O N S

when the world was new, aster only knew darkness. he alone shone brightly, the first star in the sky. he was there when the sun chased the moon. (he was the one who stole the moon away into the skies and comforted her.)

aster is in charge of creating constellations in memory of important events and beings scattered across the sky, his stories have long since began to overlap.

really he loves heroes and adventurers, people who live interesting lives

many of the mortals he has blessed are heroes, sailors, and storytellers

he also has a tendency to adore and bless astronomers

he emits a soft glow when in his mortal-friendly form. if a mortal were to gaze upon his divine form, it would blind them — possibly for forever. And that’s putting it likely. It’s more like their eyes would literally burn

he will give you a star as a gift if you become he comes to adore you. the more he favors you, the more stars he will give you. they are perfect for lighting, warmth, and appear to rejuvenate people. they’re also beautiful beyond words

some stars can give you abilities depending on which kind he grants you, some have the ability to give immortality, short term good fortune, and so on. another can grant one singular wish without as many constraints — but those ones are rarer and have never been handed out to anyone so far, instead aster leaves these wishes to chance and throws them across the sky, granting the first wish made on it

— B I O G R A P H Y

Always a chatter box and always going where his curiosity was. so they chained him by his ankle in the darkest parts of the heavens, left alone to watch life carry on without him below. distraught and lonely, aster cried and he cried until the tears that glowed so brightly as they fell from his cheeks filled the sky and became known as the first stars.

after seeing the tears that hung in the sky, his eldest brother realized aster hadn’t died like the others told him and hurried to save him. but even for as much as he adored aster, the eldest had to agree that he was a little bit of a handful. but he tried his best to be patient with him. he stressed the importance of them staying together and so they tried to make things work… until they couldn’t.

it was during a war between the other five, they had split into two sides and waged war against each other, if you ask them now, they can’t remember why the fight happened. only that it did and had lasted so long, it had merely become a matter of pride. and aster wasn’t wanted on either side. forced to watch from afar, his pleading for peace only ignored as they pushed him aside. as the fighting came to a boiling point – the eldest brother was the one who sacrificed his own life so he wouldn’t have to lose two brothers.

by losing the eldest, the brothers stopped fighting among each other, but aster was over it. he despised them for what they did and finally stopped following after them everywhere. he stayed in the sky farthest from them, doing his job and occasionally coming to earth to search the seas for any sign of his eldest brother – holding out hope that maybe he really isn’t dead and will return to them one day.

he only speaks to his brothers to update them of any important events as they had formed a council and focused on their own duties, and while a couple saw it as a blessing that aster finally left them alone, the others hope that aster will forgive them someday – realizing their own pride had cost them their family.

[slashersins-abandoned]

F U L L   N A M E   :    DALLAS JUDE BUCHANAN

N I C K N A M E S   :     DUCKY , DALLY BOY , SPARE

B I R T H D A Y   :     APRIL 30TH

A G E   :    35

G E N D E R   &   P R O N O U N S   :     MALE ; HE / HIM

H E I G H T   :    6′5 ; 195.58CM

B I R T H P L A C E   &   H O M E T O W N   :     BARN ; ETIOLE , TX

E D U C A T I O N   L E V E L   :     HIGH SCHOOL DROP OUT ; SELF TAUGHT

F A T H E R   :    JUDE ( SR ) ROY BUCHANAN ( DECEASED )

M O T H E R   :     UNKNOWN

S I B L I N G S   &    B I R T H   O R D E R   :  MARIGOLD LEE BUCHANAN ( 13 YEARS OLDER / DECEASED ) , JUDE ( JR ) ROY BUCHANAN ( 3 YEARS OLDER / DECEASED )

P R I M A R Y   S O U R C E   O F   I N C O M E   :    BUCHANAN DAIRY FARM

M O S T   V A L U A B L E   P O S S E S S I O N   :     A RING MARIGOLD , HIS SISTER , BOUGHT AFTER SHE DECIDED TO STAY WITH HER BROTHERS RATHER THAN ELOPE WITH A MAN SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH . IT’S A SMALL GOLDEN RING THAT LOOKS LIKE IT MADE OF WOVEN FLOWER STEMS .

P O S T I V E   T R A I T S   :     LOYAL . CHIVALROUS . AFFECTIONATE . LOVING . HARD WORKING . KIND TO ANIMALS . OBSERVANT . PROTECTIVE .

N E G A T I V E   T R A I T S   :   POSSESSIVE . DISTRUSTFUL . OBSESSIVE . ENVIOUS . JEALOUS . SELF LOATHING . DESTRUCTIVE TENDENCIES .

G R E A T E S T   D R E A M   :   FINDING LOVE AND BEING LOVED IN RETURN . HAVING A FAMILY .

G R E A T E S T   F E A R   :     BEING REJECTED . BECOMING HIS FATHER .

B I O   :    DALLAS JUDE BUCHANAN WAS BORN INTO A BROKEN FAMILY . THERE WAS NO MOTHER , JUST AN OLDER SISTER WHO’S JOB IT WAS TO RAISE HER YOUNGER BROTHERS AND A FATHER WHO LIVED TO MAKE SURE THEIR LIVES WERE LIVING HELLS . NEGLECT , BEATINGS , BERATEMENT WERE ALL THE NORM .

FROM A YOUNG AGE DALLAS LEARNED TO DO HIS FARM WORK AND STAY OUT OF HIS FATHER’S WAY , OFTEN FOLLOWING AROUND HIS SISTER , CLINGING TO HER LIKE A DUCKLING WOULD IT’S MOTHER . IN A LIFE OF BEATINGS AND CRUELTIES , DALLAS FOUND SOLICE IN THE GENTLENESS AND LOVE OF HIS SISTER . BUT HE COULDN’T DENY , EVEN AS A CHILD , THAT HE WANTED MORE .

THE SIGHTS OF BOYS AND GIRLS PLAYING WITH EACH OTHER , MOTHER’S SMILING DOWN AT THEIR CHIDREN , FATHER’S LAUGHING AND RUFFING THE HAIR OF THEIR SONS . . . IT WAS ALL THINGS HE WANTED . ALL THINGS HE CRAVED . ALMOST ALL THE VERY THINGS HE WAS DENIED . THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE BEING LOVE .

THE FIRST TIME HE FELT THE WARM PULL AT HIS HEART , HE WAS SEVEN YEARS OLD . ON THE SCHOOL PLAYGROUND AFTER BEING PUSHED DOWN BY A LARGER BOY IN A RUSHED GAME OF TAG , A CLASSMATE OF HIS HELPED HIM UP . HE’D BEEN MEZMORIZED . SUCH KINDNESS AND CONCERN HAD ONLY EVER BEEN SHOWN TO HIM BY HIS SISTER . AND THIS BOY HAD OFFERED IT SO EASILY . HE DIDN’T WANT TO LET GO OF THE BOY’S HAND , BUT IN THE END HIS CLASSMATE PULLED AWAY TO GO PLAY WITH HIS FRIEND .

HE DIDN’T FEEL ANYTHING REALLY WHEN HE STARED DOWN AT THE BOY HE BASHED OVER THE HEAD WITH A ROCK . HE’D BEEN IN THE WAY . SOMEONE WHO HAD THE POSTION HE WANTED . HE’D ONLY DONE WHAT HE NEEDED TO GET WHAT HE WANTED . HIS CLASSMATE’S FREINDSHIP . HIS LOVE . BUT HIS CLASSMATE DIDN’T SEE IT LIKE THAT . REJECTION DIDN’T SIT WELL WITH DALLAS . IT HURT . IT HURT LIKE HIS DADDY’S PUNCHES . AND HE WASN’T GOING TO LET HIS CLASSMATE HURT HIM LIKE THAT . COULDN’T HE SEE ? HE’D JUST WANTED TO BE FRIENDS . AS THE BOY IN FRONT OF HIM THREATENED TO TELL , DALLAS FELT FEAR . IF THE BOY TOLD THEN DALLAS WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO STAY AND BE HIS FRIEND . SOMEONE ELSE WOULD TAKE THE PLACE HE’D JUST MADE FOR HIMSELF . SO HE DECIDED , IF HE COULDN’T HAVE THIS LOVE , THEN NO ONE COULD .

THIS IS HOW MARIGOLD FOUND HER BROTHER . ONE BOY WITH HIS HEAD BASHED IN AND BLOODIED , ANOTHER WITH A BRUISED AND BROKEN NECK , DALLAS SITTING BY HIS SIDE , HOLDING HIS HAND , A BOOK OPEN IN HIS LAP AS HE READ OUT LOUD . READING TO HIS FRIEND . FEAR , MUCH LIKE DALLAS HAD FELT , BUT SO DIFFERENT , FILLED HIS SISTER , AND SO SHE MADE A CHOICE .

ONE BOY WAS PUT INTO THE FERTILIZER GRINDER BACK HOME , CLOTHES WERE BURNED AND THE MESS OF GROUND FLESH AND SOIL NEEDED TO BE USED . DALLAS REFUSED TO PUT HIS FRIEND IN THE GRINDER , ASKING IF HE COULD KEEP HIM , HE WAS AFTER ALL , HIS . AND SO THEY BOUGHT A SAPPLING . A PRETTY LITTLE TREE . THE GROUND BOY WAS USED AS SOIL , THE FRIEND STRIPPED AND BURRIED SIX FEET DEEP , THE SAPPLINGS SOOTS SURROUNDING THE CORPSE .

DALLAS GOT HIS WISH . HE WAS ABLE TO KEEP HIS FRIEND . NO ONE ELSE COULD HAVE HIM . AND HE’D BE HIS FOREVER .

YEARS WENT BY . ONE OR TWO OR THREE MORE MISSING KIDS . ONE OR TWO OR THREE MORE TREES PLANTED ON THE EDGE OF THE FARM . DALLAS COULDN’T HELP IT . HE COULDN’T STOP FALLING IN LOVE . HE COULDN’T STOP HIS DESIRE TO BE LOVED AND WANTED AND NEEDED . HE COULDN’T STOP HIS VIOLENT OUTBURSTS AT REJECTION . NOTE EVEN TOWARDS HIS OWN FAIMLY .

IT’D ALWAYS BEEN OBVIOUS TO EVEN A STRANGER THAT JUDE SR CARED MORE FOR HIS SON JUDE JR . IT WAS PAINFULLY OBVIOUS IN HIS MANNERISMS , IN HIS SPEECH , IN HIS CARE . NOT ONCE SINCE HIS SECOND SON WAS BORN HAD JUDE SR EVER CALLED DALLAS BY HIS NAME . HE’D ALWAYS BEEN “ A SPARE ” .

DALLAS LOVED HIS BROTHER . OLDER BY HIM THAN THREE YEARS , JUDE JR HAD NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG BY DALLAS THAT WOULDN’T FALL OUTSIDE OF “ BROTHERLY TYSTS ” . AT LEAST HE HADN’T DONE ANYTHING BUT GET THE LOVE THAT DALLAS CRAVED . THE VALIDATION OF THEIR FATHER .

THERE WAS NO HATRED . NO HARD FEELINGS . THERE WAS NOTHING WHEN DALLAS SHOVED JUDE JR OVER THE EDGE OF THE CREEK AND ONTO THE ROCKS . THERE WAS NOTHING BUT A SADNESS AT HIS BROTHER’S DEATH WHEN HE WATCHED AS THE WATER CONSUMED HIM AND DRAGGED HIM DOWN THE CREEK , HIS BODY FACE FIRST IN THE WAVES .

THE DEATH OF HIS FIRST BORN GOT THE DESIRED REACTION . NOW ALL OF JUDE SR’S LOVE AND AFFECTION WERE TO FALL ON HIS ONLY LIVING SON . ON DALLAS . AND THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT THE BOY HAD HOPED FOR . AT THRITEEN YEARS OLD , HIS FATHER FINALLY CALLED HIM BY HIS FIRST NAME . IT WAS A SHAME , THAT HIS FATHER’S LOVE AND AFFECTION WASN’T AS BLISSFUL AS DALLAS HAD THOUGHT . NO SOONER DID HE LEARN OF HIS FATHER’S TRUTH , DID HE PULL AWAY . GOING BACK TO CHASING AFTER HIS SISTER AND FOLLOWING HER LIKE A DUCK , REFUSING TO BE THE HEIR HIS FATHER WANTED .

IT WAS ONLY FOUR YEARS LATER WHEN DALLAS FELT TRUE LOSS . WHEN HIS HEART TRUELY BECAME BROKEN . WHEN HIS FATHER MURDERED HIS SISTER IN A BLIND AND DRUNKEN RAGE . THE ONLY PERSON WHO’D GIVEN HIM UNCONDITIONAL LOVE . HE BURRIED MARIGOLD UNDER A PINK FLOWERING SAMPLING IN FRON OF HIS HOUSE . AND HE’D LEFT HIS FATHER , DRUNK AND UNCONCIOUS IN HIS NEIGHBORS PIG PEN TO BE EATEN ALIVE AS PUNISHMENT FOR HIS CRIME .

YEARS PASSED . ONE OR TWO OR THREE OR TWENTY-NINE PEOPLE MISSING FROM ALL OVER THE STATE . ONE OR TWO OR THREE OR FOURTY-TWO TREES PLANTED AT THE EDGE OF HIS FARM LAND . STILL YET TO FIND A LOVE THAT STICKS . STILL YET TO BE FREE FROM THE STING OF REJECTION . PITTIED BY THOSE IN TOWN AS A LONELY MAN WHO ONLY HAS HIS COWS TO LOVE AND LOVE HIM IN RETURN . BUT AT LEAST HE’S A HARD WORKER . AND NOTHING LIKE HIS FATHER .

AT LEAST THE TOWNS PEOPLE HOPE .

T A G S   :     DALLAS BUCHANAN ; DALLAS BUCHANAN IMAGINE ; DALLAS BUCHANAN X READER

[littlecrookedheart]

Fluffy Alphabet

Pairing : Tom x Clove

Word Count :

Rating : Fluff! A teensy bit of suggestion, nothing more.

Template courtesy of @pixelburied

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A – Anger (What was their first fight about? Any big or recurring arguments?)

Their first big fight, the one that really matters, stemmed from miscommunication. Clove was feeling insecure, which snowballed into an exchange of cruel words on both of their parts. Thankfully, they worked through and made up. You can read the whole thing here.

B – Best (What would they say is the other’s best trait?)

Tom's absolute favorite thing about Clove is that, despite her back story, she is soft. This just so happens to be her favorite thing about him, too.

They are able to fight anything that stands in their way and do so almost fearlessly, but when it comes to their moments - the moments in between and after, they have one another. Whether that's tickles on the couch or stuffing their faces full of cookies and pizza, whispering sweet nothings or their closest form of intimacy, they cherish their ability to get rid of walls when they're together.

C – Camera (How do they document their relationships? Who likes to take pictures? Or videos?)

They both have a tendency to reach for their phones and document things. Tom loves taking selfies with her and requires multiple each time, and Clove likes taking pictures of him to scroll through later. He was pleasantly surprised when finding that she has an entire album dedicated to random candid moments of his, and sometimes does things she'd think to be cute while she's holding her phone, just to give her a little something extra.

D – Dates (What are their dates like?)

They've never really been a couple who plan anything even kind of elaborate, though Tom does try. He knows she prefers nights in, so he likes to surprise her with her favorite foods and snacks and either a pile of blankets or a cute pillow fort. They both consider these nights, “date nights,” and it's kind of an inside joke.

E – Early (What was the first month of dating like?)

Awkward. Much of the first month consisted of Clove flirting, Tom missing her advances, and fighting the supernatural. Not the grandest of times.

F – Friends (How is their relationship with each other’s group of friends?)

Amazing. Andy and Clove get along super well, which makes Tom over the moon. He loves when Andy visits and they all play Mario Kart or go on walks together and thinks their sassy personalities go hand in hand. He doesn't even mind when he becomes the butt end of their joke.

Tom and Clove's bestie, Ricky, didn't meet in person for a few months, but they quickly became buddies and they even have their own group chat with Elliot for when Tom has some...plans... about doing something special for her. 😉

G – Gifts (Do they like giving each other gifts? What kind?)

Tom always wants to pay for things because he thinks it's chivalrous, but Clove couldn't care less. Truth is, it's always kind of a battle with these two. They love to spoil one another and do so very often, no matter if it's a new item or something hand made.

Clove spun and sculpted an entire collection of MCU mugs for Tom’s first birthday when they were together, which inspired him to start sketching again as he did in middle school (inspired by one of his heroes, Ben Park.) He draws her cute little doodles on the mirror in dry erase marker and she swoons every single time.

H – Hugs (All things involving hugs)

Clove is a laying down hugger. So in other words, she likes to face Tom, wrap her arms around him, and simultaneously hold each other. Tom doesn't hug people too often apart from his family and close friends on occasion, but he absolutely adores her hugs. He often comments on her scent and softness, and she melts in his warmth.

I – Inside Jokes (Do they have any?)

Too many. Like, actually too many. Sometimes it's hard to keep track.

J – Jealousy (Who gets jealous easier? How do they show their jealousy?)

Tom surprises himself at his lack of jealousy now that they're together. At first, he second guessed himself more than he should have, but now he knows how solid they are. Clove, however, tends to harbor a bit of jealousy when others check him out. She never says anything and she doesn't make a show of it, but he notices the look in her eyes when she catches someone admiring his looks. He'll jokingly elbow her and wiggle his eyebrows, mouthing, “Love you,” and she holds his hand a little tighter as if to thank him for that gentle reassurance.

K – Kiss (How do they kiss? Who usually initiates?)

They both initiate in their own ways, very distinctly. Tom starts slow, usually gently swiping his fingers across her waist as he pulls her in, sweetly rubbing his nose with hers before he kisses her. He prefers pecks in public, but when they're in a safe place, he drinks her kisses like fine wine. Slow, steady, loving, almost as if he's afraid he'll run out of her. Kissing Tom is an experience, one that fills her entire heart with butterflies no matter how many times she's done it.

Clove's kisses are just as gentle, but mix in a heap of sensuality. She doesn't care who sees, but respects Tom's aversion to too much PDA. She kisses him with fire, whether slow burning or fierce flickers, leaving lingering love marks on that special place just behind where his hair falls on his neck. Not too dark, but enough for him to hold onto in moments of her absence. He is a big fan of this.

L – Love (How do they first say those three words?)

You already know the canon version, but in my fic universe...the night they finally become intimate. He's so nervous for her to say it, and it's almost a fight to fit it in, but it's a tender and beautiful moment.

M – Movies (What kinds of movies do they watch together? Is it a regular Netflix ritual?)

Clove is a horror girl at heart, even after the wild experiences they have in Pine Springs. Tom is okay with this, and he happily binges films with her, but he really loves anything related to the MCU and anything funny or action packed. When they can't decide what to watch, they put Bob's Burgers on and snuggle, which genuinely is their routine nowadays. They love it.

N – Nicknames (Things they call each other)

Tom's nicknames for Clove, in order of his most to least fave : Love, Angel, Babe, Baby

Clove's nicknames for Tom, in order of her most to least fave : Tommy, Baby, Babe, Honey, Sweetie, Dear

O – One (Tell us about the moment they realized they were with the one.)

Clove will argue that she's always known, and stands by that. In truth, it was one moment soon after meeting him, after their first kiss in Westchester, when he was falling asleep while they'd gone out for pizza. He jolted up to pretend he wasn't asleep, hair falling in his face. He said, “I'm awake! You're pretty.” She knew.

Tom knew she was the one very early on but doesn't have one moment pinpointed. She reminds him each morning that she kisses his cheeks and every time she calls him, “Tommy.”

P – Pizza (What is their favorite food to eat together?)

Pizza, specifically pizza from the good bread place down by the spice market. They have the best cheese pulls and Tom is a huge sucker for their jalapeño breadsticks on the side.

Q – Quit (Do they break up? Almost break up? What happened?)

No. Even during their biggest fight, neither of them could fathom leaving the other. This would have been catastrophic for them, as both of them have their hearts and minds set on only loving one another.

R – Rainy Days (How do they comfort each other on dark days?)

Tom is very nurturing, as taught by his grandparents at a young age. She loves when he sings, and though he doesn't do it often, he will always delight her ears when she's down. He likes to light her favorite candles, prepare her bath water, he warms her towel and makes her snacks. He's even sat on the bathroom floor and held her hand during one of said baths, which has quietly become one of her most treasured memories of their relationship.

Clove knows exactly what Tom needs in all of his moods, especially the down ones. He thrives on positive affirmations, so much of the time, she will spoon him and brush his hair with her fingers while telling him how wonderful he is and how much she loves him. He gets tingles when she plays with his hair and sometimes he'll give her puppy dog eyes and sit on the floor in front of her, leaning his head back into her lap. She loves it too and doesn't mind the extra practice for if they ever have a long haired baby one day.

S – Soft (Something one of them did that turned the other into absolute mush)

These two are the epitome of soft for one another. Just this morning, Tom was pouring a bowl of cereal after Clove had gone to her studio. He noticed her lipstick stain on the mug she'd left on the counter, and it almost made him tear up. He just really loves her, okay? On her way to the studio, he sent her a good morning selfie and she felt her insides go melty. She pulled into the parking lot and held her phone to her chest, smiling, before sending one back. She just really loves him, okay?

T – Texting (Do they text each other a lot? What do they usually talk about over the phone?)

They text each other random things all day long, which usually consists of memes and bad jokes, but Tom loves her studio selfies. She'll even use clay scraps to spell out silly messages and send them to him, while he sends her scrunch faced pictures in return. They're ridiculously sappy and even more cute.

As for phone calls, they don't have those very often, and the ones they do...well, this is meant to be SFW...so let's skip it.

U – Unique (Tell us about some of their odd habits that surprised one another.)

Clove was shocked when Tom revealed himself to be very, very clean. He doesn't leave things around, he does his dishes as he uses them, and his apartment always smells as clean as it looks. Sometimes he misses laundry, but for the most part, he's a clean guy. She differs from him a little, meaning she will leave things in the living room (like books, magazines, makeup) creating a little clutter. Tom secretly likes this, because it makes him feel like his place is becoming a home. Their home.

V – Vanity (Something they’re proud of in themselves and their partner)

Clove's art skill is way more than she'd ever let on, so much so that her only job is her art - and it's enough. She is mad talented and very self sustaining, and this is her point of pride. She loves what she does and she knows she's among the best.

Tom’s great at anything technical and can figure things out very quickly. This enables him to essentially breeze through college and also maintain his new job position at a tech firm. He's an excellent learner and a fast one at that, and he is very proud of where he's headed.

They are proud of one another for these things, sure, but more so, they are proud of one another for the strength and fire they each hold.

W – Wedding (Tell us about your wedding head canon if they’ve gotten that far. Or if not, have they talked about it?)

You'll just have to wait and see.

X – X (Something they hate about the other)

Hate is a strong word, but Clove really does wish he'd remember to put the seat down. He usually laughs and calls her, “little wet booty,” but she really, really doesn't think it's funny. On the other end, Tom wishes she'd stop leaving bobby pins and matches everywhere. The girl loves candles and the sound a match makes when it strikes, but he's sick of picking them up all the time.

Y – Youtube (What are they like online? Do they post about their relationship constantly?)

They post about their relationship on special occasions and extra sappy days, but they do frequently post updated photos together.

Z – Zoo (Are they into animals? Do they want pets? What kind?)

They're both dog people and they'd love one or two, but they're waiting to get a house instead of Tom's little apartment and her studio. Clove also wouldn't mind some kind of rodent, but when she held a mouse up to him at the pet store, he may have shrieked a little. No rodents for Tom.

[this-is-a-witty-url]

the great reylo fanfiction apocalypse 2018 part 25.4

the moral of the story that i have taken from the great reylo fanfiction apocalypse 2018 part 25 is that i don’t know how some of these kids survive in enc1102 or ap english comp.

their general consensus is that ‘fanfiction shouldn’t be criticized’ and the whole point of literature, no matter what medium it is in, is that it is open for interpretation and through interpretation comes criticism. that means that even if the author ‘does not want criticism, only praise’ for their work, the fact that they have posted their work on a public forum and have enabled comments on their piece automatically means they have opened themselves up to both criticism and praise.

whether they take it amicably and maturely is a whole another ball game. but for this writer here, nah. she’s trash.

moving on~

literally using the ‘rick and morty’ meme as a basis of argument to deflect the problems in a story is just down right fucking h i l a r i o u s.

and while historical, the writer has no idea how interracial marriages work or how racial tensions impacted interracial marriages. so to defend a historically inaccurate trashheap and tell poc that they are absolutely wrong about the way she has approached the sensitive issue is also f u c k i n g hilarious.

there’s nothing in the trash story that even remotely connects to any interracial issues that either character experiences in the story. in fact, the only line that remotely brings up the issue of interracial struggles is some brief one-liner,

faux!Finn and faux!Rey‘s marriage works until faux!Kylo with the Green Eyes decides to torment and sexually assault her repeatedly. When faux!Rey finds out that faux!Finn is having an affair with her friend faux!Roase, she is angry and resentful to both. faux!Finn then leaves faux!Rey for faux!Rose, but not before faux!Kylo with the Green Eyes brutally murders him and rapes faux!Rey.

faux!Rey’s entitlement here is one of the many problems that run rampant in this shitfest. the issue of an interracial marriage is treated so carelessly and the flimsiness of the events leading up to this so called ‘divorce’ in order to get faux!Finn out the picture so faux!Rey can become faux!Kylo with the Green Eyes sex toy is the reason why POCs are pissed off with this story.

not once does evil-shenanigans ever once tackle the race issue or struggle of race in her story. it is not once a driving factor, but suddenly out of the blue, time spent at a bunch of protests and rallies is enough to set them off. and when faux!Finn, a black man, declares that he feels marginalized in his marriage because he feels that his white wife is hiding him of his race, faux!Rey immediately rejects him and declares that in this instance she is right.

it doesn’t matter what he thinks because she sacrificed her little white privileged world to be with a black man.

this is white entitlement. this is the reason why a town in florida in 1920 was burned down to the ground and it’s citizens murdered and lynched. because a white woman suddenly felt affronted by a black man.

now, of course, faux!Rey does not run to faux!Kylo with the Green Eyes and sets up a murder pact. in fact, it’s far more disgusting than that as i described earlier, but the mishandling of the interracial issue is why people are upset and to dare call this historically accurate is a fucking joke.

the rest of the story is just pure snuff trash with faux!rey being physically and sexually assaulted for multiple chapters on end, faux!poe being complicit and faux!hux accompanying faux!Kylo with the Green Eyes on their walmart brand clockwork orange tour of a rape and pillaging (faux!Hux brutally rapes and murders faux!Rose for no other reason).

and don’t get me started on how offensive it is to use mental illness as a deflection for problematic behavior. 

racism is the last fucking problem with this story. the biggest offense to this thing is taking established characters to forcefully twist and deconstruct them into empty husks with the names that happen to be the same as the star wars characters. this is not a fanfiction. it is an original work that is written by someone who is trying to seek validation from a fandom that quite honestly does not need it. darkfic can be written in a way that does not sacrifice the integrity of the source material.

there are a shit ton of novels that focus entirely on psychological and physical harm. a clockwork orange, the hannibal series of books, stephen king’s it (and many others), the handmaid’s tale, to name some. there are also stories that cover the issue of race and sexual abuse such as the color purple, beloved, the joy luck club, etc. not to mention a decade of films just dedicated to vigilantism brought upon by a violent sexual act such as the death wish movie series and shows focused on criminal profiling like netflix’s mindhunter (good show btw do recommend).

so no one is saying that rape and murder and race can not be talked about. it is the way in which it is presented. but there is a point and time where things just go too far. stephen king got a lot of shit for writing a multi-page graphic orgy scene between 11 year old kids in his book, “it”, and it is never included in any film adaptation for a reason. the rapists and murders in most stories are never glorified and usually end up either dying in the end, suffering by the hands of their victim, or put away for good.

but when it comes to fanfiction there’s just lines in the sand that shouldn’t be crossed. star wars is one of those IPs where stories like this just don’t fit. if this was a hannibal fanfic or a mr. robot fanfic or an IP that actually touches upon and has characters with those tendencies, then it makes sense to go this deep and write a story covering those topics. but this trash here is not star wars. it’s not in character. it’s not even remotely trying to even come off as a star wars fanfic.

faux!Kylo with the Green Eyes is not kylo ren of the star wars franchise. he is a made up character from another world that was once named Nikolai Gunther. faux!Rey is a woman named Adel Pathsia. these characters do not represent nor belong in the star war fanfiction universe.

if you wanna know how the story ends, its all right here under her fiction press account. spoiler alert, faux!Kylo with the Green Eyes is going to impregnate faux!Rey in the last chapter.

and apparently they have two kids that are also fucked up and then there’s a third part but i can’t be bothered.

basically, there’s a bunch of white knights defending rape and racism and that’s why there’s so much trash on ao3 and why people like malovent-reveire/evil-shenanigans can get away with literally copying and pasting their original novels by just switching a few names. fanfiction is not original fiction. the two do not belong together. if people wanna write original fiction, then write original fiction but keep chewbaca out of it.

thanks for coming to my ted talk.

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was that [ ZENDAYA ] spotted in the lobby of the infamous arconia hotel? must just be, [ DIAMOND DEMONTE ] the [ TWENTY-TWO ] year old [ SUPERMODEL & SOCIALITE ]. whenever i hear [ SORRY FOR MYSELF by EDEN XO ] it reminds me of them. they are known for being [ ERRATIC ] and [ CHAOTIC ] but they make up for that by being [ AMBITIOUS ] and [ GREGARIOUS ]. they have been living at the arconia for [ FIVE MONTHS ]. we do hope they keep their music at a reasonable level.

Trigger Warnings:  Mentions of Depression, Bipolar Disorder, Eating Disorder, Drug Addiction, Alcohol Addiction, Insomnia

- B A S I C -

Full Name: Diamond Nathalia Demonte Nickname(s): Dime, Di, Dia Age: 22 Birthday: December 15th Zodiac: Sagittarius Occupation: Supermodel & Socialite Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

- F A M I L Y -

Adopted Father: Warrick Demonte (deceased) Adopted Mother: Anita Demonte Siblings: She’s got four older siblings (between the ages of 30-40 - either adopted or biological)

- P E R S O N A L I T Y -

(+) Gregarious, Independent, Calculating, Ambitious, Sensitive (-) Erratic, Chaotic, Impulsive, Depressive, Distant

- B I O G R A P H Y -

Born and raised in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, to parents Warrick and Anita Demonte - a very prominent music producer from L.A. and the CEO of a multi-million dollar textile company, respectably.

Diamond is the youngest of the Demonte family. She was born much later in life, when both of her parents were already in their forties, and her siblings practically adults themselves. 

While she is incredibly smart and a fiercely independent young lady, she’s far from responsible and is actually a bit of a mess.

She is close with her family members, but she hides a LOT from them. Particularly the fact that she’s a drug addict, that she parties hard and that she’s practically starving herself. Sure, they’ve known about her worrisome eating habits since she was a child, when she’d developed ARFID, but they don’t know that it’s only gotten worse.

She was always a bit of a high-energy child, running everywhere, being unable to sit or stand still for too long. It often drove her parents crazy, because she had a tendency to run off. They’d stopped taking her with them to places with large gatherings because they feared that she’d take off from their side and get lost, or get taken, and it really stressed them out. So up until she was about nine, she rarely accompanied them places.

She was badly bullied in school for her strange behavioral issues, her inability to sit still or stay silent for long and her insane amount of energy. She was always getting into trouble at school and to Diamond, it was beyond humiliating. All she wanted was to make friends, but it was extremely difficult as they all thought she was very odd with her erratic mood swings and overly hyper personality and she got teased mercilessly for it.

This led to Diamond falling into a deep depression as a kid, and it eventually resulted in her being diagnosed with bipolar (type 1) disorder at the age of 13.

Despite her poor mental illness and the torment she continued to suffer in school, Diamond never lost her friendly disposition or her trusting nature, or the need and want to make friends. She clung to any and all forms of affection shown to her, and she was always ready to return it full force.

With plenty of energy to burn, her mother decided that placing Diamond in dance classes was a good solution, and it was. She was seven when she started dancing.

She excelled in dance, and although she did dabble in many forms, she found her niches in hip-hop and ballroom - two very different forms, but not only was she good at them, she absolutely loved it, as well. She found that she loved hip hop just a tad bit more and so that was where she put most of her focus. That said, she always came back to ballroom - often incorporating some style of it into her dance routines.

Her dance classes killed two birds with one stone - it allowed her to focus her hyper energy into something creative and positive, and it also brought a handful of friends, which she was sorely lacking, into her life.

One of her dance friends was a child model and once she found out about it, Diamond had been enamored - obsessed - with the idea. She’d always had a thing for fashion, practically lived and breathed it, really, and absolutely knew that modeling was her calling.

Of course, her mother was quite vocal in her refusal to allow it, as she saw no value in the fashion industry and preferred to have Diamond focus more on her studies, which was always a priority in the Demonte household. Call it a mother’s intuition, but Anita Demonte wasn’t ignorant, nor was she blind to how brutal and cutthroat the fashion industry could be and she feared what would become of Diamond’s already weak mental health in such a toxic environment.

This caused a lot of fights between mother and daughter over the next several years; they were both stubborn and argumentative and that let to many screaming matches. At this point in time, it was just Diamond and her parents living in the family estate, as her older siblings having long since moved out.

Just a few weeks after Diamond’s sixteenth birthday, her father was in a fatal car accident on his way home from a New Years Eve party. Her mother had been with him at the time, but she had miraculously survived the accident, though her husband sadly did not. Having always been more of a daddy’s girl, his death all but destroyed Diamond. It devastated her entire family. For a short time his death did seem to mend the rift between Diamond and Anita, bringing the two closer then they’d been in recent years...but only briefly.

The very moment that she turned eighteen, Diamond wasted no time in moving out from under her mother’s roof and straight into her own small apartment. Glad that she was finally free of Anita’s judgment and parental control, the first thing she did was put together a portfolio with the help from a hired photographer and sent it to the top modeling agency in the city, and only a short time later, she found herself being signed to the agency.

Like Anita had predicted and feared, it didn’t take long for Diamond to experience just how cutthroat the fashion industry truly was, and that inevitably began to negatively impact her already delicate mental state.

At the very beginning of her career, when her name and face was still new on the circuit, things were hard. The money was great, when you were able to book jobs, but said jobs were extremely competitive, and they were few and far between. Without steady work, you had very little money and New York City was expensive and Diamond grew up rich, so she was not used to not having it. For the first year and a half of her career, Dime lived in a small, rundown teeny tiny apartment with three other young struggling models and they could barely afford rent most of the time, let alone food, yet their ambition fueled their day to day survival within the city and it eventually paid off for some of them. Diamond, being one of the lucky ones.

The grind to get to the top of the social and modeling pyramid hadn’t been easy, and Diamond lost a large part of herself getting there. A lot of her integrity, for one, for all the shit that she did along the way - selling her body for extra cash when she had none, just so that she could pay rent for that month; trading sexual favors just so she could get the good paying jobs and self promos; and even selfishly backstabbing and sabotaging the other girls simply to get jobs that they’d been after.

She was deeply ashamed of the things that she’d done, but Diamond loved her career and was proud of her world-wide success and the fame that she’s garnered over the last few years. Being a supermodel had been her dream since she was a child, so why wouldn’t she be proud of herself? It was a great accomplishment.

However, with her fame and success, there came a darker side as well, which was the downward spiral that she was now steadily treading. It had started just after moving away from home. Dime had stopped taking the medication that she had used to help stabilize her bipolar disorder and naturally, without her meds, the many subsequent symptoms of her disorder inevitably began to worsen. Her depression, mania and insomnia made it hard for Diamond to properly function a lot of the time and she turned to other means in order to help her cope.

Drugs and alcohol became the quick fix to shutting off her constantly racing mind, as well as helping her through her nights of insomnia and depression. The young, rich and famous loved to party and New York City had an endless stream of hotspots where drugs and alcohol ran rampant, so they were within easy access for her. Diamond wasn’t yet a full blown addict (at least, that’s what she continues to tell herself) - she only used when she needed that extra help in getting through the tougher days...but it was a slippery slope and she was falling fast.

 - T H E    A R C O N I A -

Five months ago, Diamond decided to make the decision to move out of her Upper East Side flat and into The Arconia, along with her two Dobermans, Cicero and Caesar.  She traveled a lot and it was just a lot more convenient for her, as this way she wouldn’t have to worry about hiring her own cleaning staff for her place or having to manage them while she was away.

- W A N T E D   C O N N E C T I O N S -

Best Friends - she’s a social butterfly so she’s going to have a ton of friends.

Casual Friends / Acquaintances - those she’s not that close with but they get along great when they hang out or see each other

Party People - those she goes out with, meets at clubs and drinks, dances and gets high with

Fellow socialites

Fellow models

Dance friends

Drug Dealer

Love Interests

Ex-Boyfriends/Girlfriends

One-Nighters / Flings / FWB

ANYTHING! I’M DOWN FOR ALL KINDS OF CONNECTIONS!