#I do still feel like the amount of love he carries for me is overwhelming though

[denimbex1986]

'...“It’s fun playing bad, but actually he’s not,” the actor says, smiling as he reflects on his character, Crowley. “He’s a villain with a heart. The amount of really evil things he does are vanishingly small.”

...As it always has, “Good Omens” dissects the view of good and evil as absolutes, showing viewers that they are not as separate as we were led to believe growing up. Aziraphale and Crowley’s long-standing union is proof of this. The show also urges people to look at what defines our own humanity. For Tennant — who opted to wear a T-shirt emblazoned with the words “Leave trans kids alone you absolute freaks” during a photocall for Season 2 — these themes are more important now than ever before.

“In this society that we’re currently living in, where polarization seems ever more present, fierce and difficult to navigate. Negotiation feels like a dirty word at times,” he says, earnestly. “This is a show about negotiation. Two extremes finding common ground and making their world a better place through it. Making life easier, kinder and better. If that’s the sort of super objective of the show, then I can’t think of anything more timely, relevant or apt for the rather fractious times we’re living in.”

“Good Omens” is back by popular demand for another season. How does it feel?

It’s lovely. Whenever you send something out into the world, you never quite know how it will land. Especially with this, because it was this beloved book that existed, and that creates an extra tension that you might break some dreams. But it really exploded. I guess we were helped by the fact that we had Neil Gaiman with us, so you couldn’t really quibble too much with the decisions that were being made. The reception was, and continues to be, overwhelming.

Now that you’re no longer bound by the original material that people did, perhaps, feel a sense of ownership over, does the new content for Season 2 come with a sense of freedom for you? This is uncharted territory, of sorts.

That’s an interesting point. I didn’t know the book when I got the script. It was only after that I discovered the worlds of passion that this book had incited. Because I came to it that way, perhaps it was easier. I found liberation from that, to an extent. For me, it was always a character that existed in a script. At first, I didn’t have that extra baggage of expectation, but I acquired it in the run-up to Season 1 being released… the sense that suddenly we were carrying a ming vase across a minefield.

In Season 2, we still have Neil and we also have some of the ideas that he and Terry had discussed. During the filming of the first one, Neil would drop little hints about the notions they had for a prospective sequel, the title of which would have been “668: The Neighbour of the Beast,” which is a pretty solid gag to base a book around. Indeed there were elements like Gabriel and the Angels, who don’t feature in the book, that were going to feature in a sequel. They were brought forward into Season 1. So, even in the new episodes, we’re not entirely leaving behind the Terry Pratchett-ness of it all.

It’s great to see yourself and Michael Sheen reunited on screen as these characters. Fans will have also watched you pair up for Season 3 of “Staged.” You’re quite the dynamic duo. What do you think is the magic ingredient that makes the two of you such a good match?

It’s a slightly alchemical thing. We knew each other in passing before, but not well. We were in a film together [“Bright Young Things,” 1993] but we’d never shared a scene. It was a bit of a roll of the dice when we turned up at the read-through for “Good Omens.” I think a lot comes from the writing, as we were both given some pretty juicy material to work with. Those characters are beloved for a reason because there’s something magical about them and the way they complete each other. Also, I think we’re quite similar actors in the way we like to work and how we bounce off each other.

Does the shorthand and trust the two of you have built up now enable you to take more risks on-screen?

Yes, probably. I suppose the more you know someone, the more you trust someone. You don’t have to worry about how an idea might be received and you can help each other out with a more honest opinion than might be the case if you were, you know, dancing around each other’s nervous egos. Enjoying being in someone’s orbit and company is a positive experience. It makes going to work feel pleasant, productive, and creative. The more creative you can be, the better the work is. I don’t think it’s necessarily a given that an off-screen relationship will feed into an on-screen one in a positive or negative way. You can play some very intimate moments with someone you barely know. Acting is a peculiar little contract, in that respect. But it’s disproportionately pleasurable going to work when it’s with a mate.

Fans have long discussed the nature of Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship. In Season 2, we see several of the characters debate whether the two are an item, prompting them to look at their union and decipher what it is. How would you describe their relationship?

They are utterly co-dependent. There’s no one else having the experience that they are having and they’ve only got each other to empathize with. It’s a very specific set of circumstances they’ve been dealt. In this season, we see them way back at the creation of everything. They’ve known each other a long time and they’ve had to rely on each other more and more. They can’t really exist one without the other and are bound together through eternity. Crowley and Aziraphale definitely come at the relationship with different perspectives, in terms of what they’re willing to admit to the relationship being. I don’t think we can entirely interpret it in human terms, I think that’s fair to say.

Yet fans are trying to do just that. Do you view it as beyond romantic or any other labels, in the sense that it’s an eternal force?

It’s lovely [that fans discuss it] but you think, be careful what you wish for. If you’re willing for a relationship to go in a certain way or for characters to end up in some sort of utopian future, then the story is over. Remember what happened to “Moonlighting,” that’s all I’m saying! [Laughs]

Your father-in-law, Peter Davison, and your son, Ty Tennant, play biblical father-and-son duo Job and Ennon in Episode 2. In a Tumblr Q&A, Neil Gaiman said that he didn’t know who Ty’s family was when he cast him. When did you become aware that Ty had auditioned?

I don’t know how that happened. I do a bunch of self-tapes with Ty, but I don’t think I did this one with him because I was out of town filming “Good Omens.” He certainly wasn’t cast before we started shooting. There were two moments during filming where Neil bowled up to me and said, “Guess, who we’ve cast?” Ty definitely auditioned and, as I understand it, they would tell me, he was the best. I certainly imagine he could only possibly have been the best person for the job. He is really good in it, so I don’t doubt that’s true. And then my father-in-law showed up, as well, which was another delicious treat. In the same episode and the same family! It was pretty weird. I have worked with both of them on other projects, but never altogether.

There’s a “Doctor Who” cameo, of sorts, in Episode 5, when Aziraphale uses a rare annual about the series as a bartering tool. In reality, you’ll be reprising your Time Lord role on screen later this year in three special episodes to mark the 60th anniversary. Did you always feel you’d return to “Doctor Who” at some point?

There’s a precedent for people who have been in the series to return for a multi-doctor show, which is lovely. I did it myself for the 50th anniversary in 2013, and I had a wonderful time with Matt [Smith]. Then, to have John Hurt with us, as well, was a little treat. But I certainly would never have imagined that I’d be back in “Doctor Who” full-time, as it were, and sort of back doing the same job I did all those years ago. It was like being given this delightful, surprise present. Russell T Davies was back as showrunner, Catherine Tate [former on-screen companion] was back, and it was sort of like the last decade and a half hadn’t happened.

Going forward, Ncuti Gatwa will be taking over as the new Doctor. Have you given him any advice while passing the baton?

Oh God, what a force of nature. I’ve caught a little bit of him at work and it’s pretty exciting. I mean, what advice would you give someone? You can see Ncuti has so much talent and energy. He’s so inspired and charismatic. The thing about something like this is: it’s the peripherals, it’s not the job. It’s the other stuff that comes with it, that I didn’t see coming. It’s a show that has so much focus and enthusiasm on it. It’s not like Ncuti hasn’t been in a massive Netflix series [“Sex Education,”] but “Doctor Who” is on a slightly different level. It’s cross-generational, international, and has so much history, that it feels like it belongs to everyone.

To be at the center of the show is wonderful and humbling, but also a bit overwhelming and terrifying. It doesn’t come without some difficulties, such as the immediate loss of anonymity. It takes a bit of getting used to if that’s not been your life up to that point. I was very lucky that when I joined, Billie Piper [who portrayed on-screen companion, Rose] was still there. She’d lived in a glare of publicity since she was 14, so she was a great guide for how to live life under that kind of scrutiny. I owe a degree of sanity to Billie.

Your characters are revered by a few different fandoms. Sci-fi fandoms are especially passionate and loyal. What is it like being on the end of that? I imagine it’s a lot to hold.

Yes, certainly. Having been a fan of “Doctor Who” since I was a tiny kid, you’re aware of how much it means because you’re aware of how much it meant to you. My now father-in-law [who portrayed Doctor Who in the 80s] is someone I used to draw in comic strips when I was a kid. That’s quite peculiar! It’s a difficult balance because on one end, you have to protect your own space, and there aren’t really any lessons in that. That does take a bit of trial and error, to an extent, and it’s something that you’re sometimes having to do quite publicly. But, it is an honor and a privilege, without a doubt. As you’ve said, it means so much to people and you want to be worthy of that. You have to acknowledge that and be careful with it. Some days that’s tough, if you’re not in the mood.

I know you’re returning to the stage later this year to portray Macbeth. You’ve previously voiced the role for BBC Sounds, but how are you feeling about taking on the character in the theater?

I’m really excited about it. It’s been a while since I’ve done Shakespeare. It’s very thrilling but equally — and this analogy probably doesn’t stretch — it’s like when someone prepares for an Olympic event. It does feel like a bit of a mountain and, yeah, you’re daring to set yourself up against some fairly worthy competition from down the years. That’s both the challenge and the horror of doing these types of things. We’ve got a great director, Max Webster, who recently did “Life of Pi.” He’s full of big ideas. It’s going to be exciting, thrilling, and a little bit scary. I’m just going to take a deep breath.

Before we part ways, let’s discuss the future of “Good Omens.” Gaiman has said that he already has ideas for Season 3, should it happen. If you were to do another season, is there anyone in particular you’d love to work with next time around or anything specific you’d like to see happen for Crowley?

Oh, Neil Gaiman knows exactly where he wants to take it. If you’re working with people like Gaiman, I wouldn’t try to tamper with that creative void. Were he to ask my opinion, that would be a different thing, but I can’t imagine he would. He’s known these characters longer than me and what’s interesting is what he does with them. That’s the bit that I’m desperate to know. I do know where Crowley might end up next, but it would be very wrong if I told you.

[At this point, Tennant picks up a pencil and starts writing on a hotel pad of paper.]

I thought you were going to write it down for me then. Perhaps like a clandestine meeting on a bench in St James’ Park, but instead you’d write the information down and slide it across the table…

I should have done! I was drawing a line, which obviously, psychologically, I was thinking, “Say no more. You’re too tempted to reveal a secret!” It was my subconscious going “Shut the fuck up!”

[anas-aspiration]

Hi! Can I make a request where reader is really innocent (like Ana from 50 shades innocent) and she and Carl are making out in his room and she starts grinding on his thigh so he turns all softdom on her and guides her and leaves hickeys all over her sweet spots? <3

Pale

Warnings: thigh riding, hickeys, clit

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God, today was so boring” you huffed, plopping onto carls bed.

You swung your arm over to his bed and switched on the fan to its highest setting, immidietly melting into the cool air.

“What did you do?” he questioned, now joining you on his bed.

“Well while you were out on that run, exploring and doing interesting stuff, I was here being forced to join Ron in teaching his brother baseball.” You sighed very loudly, hinting to him about a previous conversation about wanting to go with him on runs.

“Baby.. you know you can’t come with me, it’s just too dangerous out there and we haven’t trained you yet.” he said in a stern, yet caring voice, bringing his hand to stroke your hair.

“I know… and it’s okay, I just hoped the answer changed” you sat up

You knew he was just looking after you, but you can never shake off the small feeling of worry whenever he was away. As your mind drifted for a split second you couldn’t help but notice how soft and warm he looked in his pajamas. A fuzzy feeling erupted in your stomach as you looked him up and down swiftly.

“It’s only because I love you, okay?” he said faintly, cupping your face

“I know, I love you too” you said smiling

He leant in, connecting your lips. His lips were plump and gentle. You both stayed like that for a second as he traced his hands down your side, making you slightly squirm. You moved further into the kiss letting it get deeper, and more heated.

You slowly break the kiss, catching your breath, and climb on top of his lap. With a sigh, you wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth. He began to trace your back, finding your ticklish spots making you squirm into him once again. But this time was different, you felt a jolt of pleasure down your abdomen that was very unfamiliar.

You stayed frozen in your position, trying hard not to chase the pleasure you had just received. It was obvious he didn’t notice because he was still tracing your back. It had suddenly gotten so much hotter in the room and this new feeling was not helping. It couldn’t hurt to just move your hips a little bit more, he hadn’t even noticed the first time. Slowly you rolled your hips downward, and continued to get a little carried away. Your breath got heavier, as you closed your eyes slowly riding out this small amount of bliss.

“Y/n?” Carl questioned, guiding your hair behind your ear so he could see your face.

“Mhm?”

“Does that feel nice?”

You blushed shamefully. “I-“ you paused unknowing of what to say.

He slid his hands down to your hips and began to guide them down his thigh on his own. “I get it..do you want to keep feeling good?”

You nodded, head buzzing.

He began slowly kissing down your neck and leaving prominent hickeys all the way down to your chest. You look down to see your body well and abused from his lips. He unbottoned your tank top to reveal your bare chest. He swirled his tounge along each bud, letting the cool air take you.

His rough hands trace the top of your cotton shorts and up your stomach. All of this was overwhelming you, your mind raced through blank thoughts. Your eyelids droop further with each soft moan that falls from your lips.

You reach a particularly smooth spot and loud squeak slips out.

“Baby you have to keep quiet for me, can you do that?”

“Yea” you say feebly

You could feel him getting hard through his sweats. It was driving you into the clouds.

He took your hand in his and guided it down your shorts, then circled your clit with your index and middle fingers, leaving you feeling weak.

The pleasure felt like fireworks all up your body.

“carl-” you moaned out

“Are you close?”

“I think so”

You began to get sloppy with your movements, chasing the feeling of tipping over the edge.

Your eyes froze shut and your mouth gaped open before Carl caught your lips in a kiss before you could make any more noise. Your vision went white, and you basically saw stars. The orgasm rocked you. Carl helped you ride the whole thing out.

Once it faded away, you plopped down onto the bed once again.

“You’ve never done that before?” Carl asked after you caught your breath.

“Well.. no”

“That’s okay, but why are you laying down, we’re not done.”

A/n!!

Boy am I ready to go to bed. I wish I could sleep for days. But I really enjoyed writing this even though I feel like I didn’t quite give it my all so I’m gonna proofread and edit a bit later. But thank you for the request hope this suffices 🩶 also not apart of kinktober

[a-hazbin-reader]

i just had a really cute idea- What about reader after the birth of her baby with Alastor feeling a bit insecure about strech marks ? how does Alastor make her feel loved?

FUCK I LOVE THIS

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Body issues, Suggestive?

Description: ☝️⬆️

At first, Alastor doesn't even notice the insecurities you're having over your body, too busy learning how to be a proper father

No amount of parenting books could prepare him for the overwhelming love he feels for his children

It takes so much effort for him to even put his children down and leave a room- you don't understand

Bedtime is hard for papa too

But little things about you start to tip him off that something has been wrong with you lately

At first, he blames it on lack of sleep, which is something you both are becoming familiar with

Or maybe you're not eating right, too busy looking out for your babies and the hotel

He just knows that you won't hardly let him touch you anymore, something he didn't realize he craved until he was suddenly deprived of it

You're sitting and feeding the babies? He wants to kiss and nuzzle at your neck because the sight is so cute

"Motherhood looks very good on you, darling~"

At first you're receptive to it, tilting your head and sighing happily until his fingers ghost over your stomach

"Actually, can you take over for me? I have to go-do something."

And he's left alone with his just as confused looking children

Then suddenly, there's baby food being thrown at his face and his babies are howling with joy

Lovely

Maybe you're stressed, being a new mother is difficult

So he resolves to take the babies off your hands for the day, something that you're grateful for

And when he manages to put his spawns down for a nap, he even draws you a bath, thinking you two could share it

It's a romantic one, bubbles and candles all around maybe even a flower or two

"Darling, there's a hot bath waiting for you and I if you're interested..?"

You're visibly stiff again, looking uncomfortable and shy like back when you first got together with him

"Could I just have the bath to myself..?"

It wasn't what he was planning, but he could never tell you no

But it is concerning to him when you lock the door behind you

You don't even change in front of him anymore, another little bit of intimacy and trust that he suddenly misses

Then he starts to notice that the mirror in your bedroom has been covered, and new creams have appeared in the bathroom and-

Oh

Carrying babies does tend to change one's body

He's seen what happened with your own but he never thought you would become insecure about it

So Alastor, being the good husband he is, resolves to remedy the situation between you two

He crawls into bed with you one night, waiting until you're nearly asleep to wrap his arms around you

You're jolted awake in an instant, feeling his chest against your back and his hands on your stomach

Touching and stroking your stretch marks

You go to pull away but his grip is firm, keeping you in place, voice light but genuine

"You're never not going to be my beautiful wife..."

You're so thankful for the darkness of the room, you don't want him to see the tears in your eyes or the marks on your stomach

Even though a small part of you knows he can see it anyways, it's less embarrassing for you

Damn these hormones of yours, your body still hasn't fully recovered from your pregnancy

And then he's rolling on top of you, kissing down your neck to your chest, then down to your stomach

His hands push up your pajamas to expose your skin to him, and you can tell that he doesn't need the light to see what's there

He stops you from covering the marks, kissing them instead and gazing at you with eyes full of warmth

"You were so proud of these before..."

You have to look away from him, overcome with emotions so strong that your voice comes out thick with it

"I'm not pregnant anymore."

"As if that makes you any less beautiful, these are just marks of our history together. I love them."

And he's kissing them again, moving back up to kiss you as gentle claws rub over each stretch mark and scar

You eventually can't help but melt into his touch, having missed him more than you realized

It's a good night between you two and you wake up feeling better than you have in awhile

It's still a slow going process accepting your new body, but Alastor is patient, eager to woo his wife all over again

It's almost like you two are back to the start of the relationship

You know that part of him only loves the marks so much because it's proof of what he did for you, how far he would go to make you happy

Also, because he loves you

And soon you start to love them too, associating them with your love for your family

Eventually you two are back to bathing together, changing together, being sickeningly affectionate behind closed doors

Not always behind closed doors

And when they do start to fade you almost miss them, rubbing over the marks in longing

Looking over at your husband playing with the children, a dangerous thought enters your mind

Maybe Alastor wouldn't mind another baby or two?

Maybe more

I love these asks so much ♥️

[chosokamosbf]

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☆ 18+ only/no minors. | jason todd x male! reader.

SUMMARY: a nsft fic where jason puts his boyfriend into a chokehold. WARNINGs: 18+, established relationship, choking, m! sub! reader, dom! jason, (reader receiving) light degradation, overstimulation. WORD COUNT 700+ NOTEs: second person & no plot. insert/reader is a woozy in this one sooo they act a bit "silly." ["Stupid/pretty boy," and no pronouns used to refer to the insert/reader.]

Your pants are caught around your knees; everything else is pushed aside to the barest amount so the desperation leaking in between an otherwise gentle make-out wouldn't have been left unattended. His boxers are ruined—stripped right to his thighs after a near hour or so of caged between them and the man sitting on his lap.

His head was resting in the crook of your neck the whole time, so every hitch in it was caught straight away whenever you had to adjust your sitting.

Whatever movie was playing ended long ago, and now some senseless drama is playing on mute.

You don't know how long you've been doing this.

He hasn't let you move much to even see the clock sitting by on the nightstand. Your only sense of passing time other than the building ache is how the sun is now descending over the city and, in turn, your two's little slice of paradise of a mediocre apartment. It cascades on one side of the room in a dark orange glow after hours of singing in a brighter tone through a small opening in the curtains.

It's all fun and games with someone with a trunk load of stamina until your endless pleas have gotten your eyes rolled back to the very edge, a hazy mind overwhelmed with every single sensation. It's almost painful, even.

Your stomach convulses as you come over and over on his cock while you're stuck being pulled back on it by the hip. His breaths are coming out in heated pants as he bottoms out in you again, pressed against your back like he's using you for support.

Words almost don't process through the fog. "You like this, huh? Fuckin' nasty." 

"Yeaa—yeah. Love it so much—love you. It feels so... so good."

Jason doesn't want to hold it in, so he doesn't—and so a snort carries through before he's mimicking how your voice slurs. He barely gets through his sentence before laughter bubbles up, and his chest is softly trembling against your back from the restraint.

"Awh, you looove me? Stupid boy's drunk on some dick."

An arm braces itself right next to yours, and then a hand toys and intertwines the tips of both your fingers.

The other hand wraps around your jaw to turn your face to the side, and he doesn't bother containing the smile that comes with watching the way you have to crane your head to meet his gaze. The few tears streaming down your face catch what little light is still in the room.

He presses a kiss against your own lips, and it ends right after so he can dry your face with his sleeve. That arm wraps around your neck to keep you against him—make you feel how fast the pace of his heart is through the fabric.

The thrusts of his hips into yours stutter, and he uses those few moments of peace to round his arm further off, bit by bit, so his hand can squeeze nicely around you. His teeth catch on his bottom lip, almost slipping through an old cut on it as he tries to muffle some groans.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder as most thoughts fade into the background with the fleeting air.

Jason presses down on the evident bulge in your lower stomach where his cock shows through, and he rubs it gently, knowing how overstimulated you have to be by now. Your body retracts back into his, moving away from the assaulting hand, and he just laughs despite his sore throat.

And he tries to make sure you share the feeling by tightening the grip around your throat.

Slowly, he settles you on your stomach.

He keeps your bottom half propped up by the knees, your legs pressed together so he can push in deep still. The arm holding the two of you up only seconds ago traces your back to rub rough calluses at the tense muscles building up around the top. He keeps your face from getting buried in the sheets and listens close to every sound that comes from the drooling mouth.

"C'mon." His voice trails out into a rough drawl, making sure you take every inch. "Be a good boy and cum f'me again, okay?"

[heartlesscorpse]

You Will Always Be Mine. ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

As I mentioned in some other post w/ my Ghostface hcs— here’s the mini fic w/ prosthetics from Slipknot as inspiration :)) I also used some other stuff from Slipknot like Vermilion and Iowa just to get the whole set in my head and it was fucking difficult at first for me to figure out the opening for this drkgenrgkjdgjnskdverlb my mind went places so fast I was internally giggling like some maniac while writing this 💀💀 Please forgive me this looks like shit even though I edited it over :”)) Before I forget I’ve also got the mini fic posted on my Ao3 which you can read here.

Danny’s eyes fluttered closed, his nose nestled in your hair as he deeply inhaled the scent of your shampoo that always clung to you. Exhaling sharply as his head reeled slowly from your personal space with a quiet groan of satisfaction escaping him. His arms tighten around your unconscious form cradled in his hold, his footsteps carrying confidence as he silently strides through the darkened halls of your home. He finally caved in after a handful of months, watching you from afar whenever he wasn’t busy tormenting some other poor Roseville resident on those nights. Hell, it felt like torture; you being so blissfully unaware of his presence as you’re going about your day-to-day routines. 

Fuck, everything about you just made it so difficult to do his work properly.

Danny never thought, a potential victim of his, would take root inside his mind and fester like an open wound. He adored and loved everything about you. The color of your eyes, your smell, the way you dress, your voice, the sound of your laughter, and that gorgeous smile of yours. Everything.  He can’t even find the words to describe how much he loved you, he was obsessed with you. He had some of your missing belongings, a shit ton of photos of you, anything of yours. Enough stuff to build a shrine completely dedicated to you, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted you, he needed to keep you all to himself. As he propped open the back door with his boot and stepped outside into the crisp cool night air with your body still tucked close to him, the neighborhood was fairly silent other than the faint barks from a dog on some other street as he made it over to his car and carefully set you down lying in the car seat at the back before moving around to climb into the driver’s seat. 

Car key in, ignition started, and he was slowly pulling out from the sidewalks with a grin marring his features behind the mask. Feeling a little giddy from his accomplishments, Danny couldn’t help but softly chuckle to himself. He finally had you, and he planned on keeping you with him forever.  You were his little mouse after all.  He can’t stand the thought of another being so close to you, it always left a sickening pit in his stomach and made his blood boil seeing strangers talk to you. But what’s adding another victim to his body count? He’s just doing his job in protecting you. 

You don’t need anybody else, just him. 

And now, Danny’s home was going to be your home too! Of course, he took into consideration that you were going to be upset or mad at him for this, and he’d have to tie you down to prevent you from leaving his place. He can’t have you escaping him after all that hard work he pulled off. But in time, he hoped you’d grow to accept your new life with him. Danny could feel his heart palpitating from the overwhelming amount of excitement when he pulled into the garage of his place, turning the engine off and moving around back to carefully pluck you out from the car and carry you on inside. Basking in the familiarity of his home to the few newspaper clippings lying around and placing his trusty camera on the counter as he made his way to his bedroom and gently laid you down, cuffing one of your wrists to the bedpost to restrain you from leaving when you wake up soon. 

Danny loomed over your still unconscious form, his head slowly tilted to the side as he pulled his mask aside with a smile slowly curling on his lips, admiring the peaceful expression written on your features. Oh, how completely oblivious you are right now. He leaned down, pressing a kiss at the crown of your head, turning away to leave you in his room to sleep off the effects of the drug. “Sleep tight, dollface.” Danny mused with a whisper, quietly pulling the door shut behind him. 

He had you in his grasp now, and he'll never let you go. You’re rightfully his, his everything. Nobody else gets to have you now. 

You solely belong to him.

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[c4ttheart]

okkotsu yuta x gn!reader, 1.7k wc.

based on prompt ; "you’re in love with me." "you just found out ?"

reader is kinda weird tbh, i would not fw them, yuta is so awkward and in love, i love him, weird dynamic idk, confession but not really. maki is ooc. written for @daosies !

it’s not often students at jujutsu tech get to have a day off. you think it’s abnormal, to overwork teenagers even if it is for the greater good. so when you do find yourself free from the shackles of the overwhelming school, you do not hesitate to leave and explore Tokyo. unfortunately for yuta, that means he has to come with you.

unfortunate is a bit of a stretch, but he likes to tell himself that his personality is not completely attached to yours and he doesn’t like following you wherever you go. it’s alright though, that’s what best friends are for. (at least, he thinks so- he doesn’t really know, it’s been a long time since he had a best friend.)

you don’t even have to ask for him to come with you. he just does. he knows you guys do not have anything tomorrow, so when you scroll aimlessly on your phone and say "oh hey, it’s sales season." he just smiles from his end of the common room couch and looks at the itinerary. "okay" he whispers back, and you smile too. you do not worry about anything, because yuta probably already has everything planned, except your budget. you’ll think about that later. you like to ponder on the possibilities only when they’re right in front of you.

one thing you hate about the school is how far it is from civilisation. the train is agonisingly long, and the nearest train station is so far away you fear you do not feel your feet anymore. it’s alright though, the excursion is worth it and yuta carries your bags because otherwise you’ll complain about how sore your arms feel. he thinks you’re lucky, he has collected an increasing amount of physical strength due to maki’s training. if your muscles are weak, although he does not mean it in a bad way, that means you have not gone through the torture he was put through.

he likes you, so so much. and his heart throbs whenever you smile and take pictures with him, because all of this feels like something he could get used to. it feels like he could live this way forever and forget about the truth of the world he lives in. you’re happy, he notes, because if you weren’t, then the negativity of the people around him would be noticeable. but it isn’t, because you have a way to make all bad things disappear. and if you’re happy, that means you’re enjoying yourself. with him. and that is enough to make him happy too.

"yuta, crepes." you mutter as you point to whatever has your attention. he does not respond, he just follows, with that giddy smile on his face as if he had just gotten engaged. and it doesn’t matter if, for whatever reason, he disliked banana before, because now as you savour your crepe and offer it to him so he can take a bite, he thinks that nothing has ever tasted more wonderful than this.

(it takes everything in him not to turn beet red at the fact the two of you just shared an indirect kiss.)

it’s late when you return to campus. you’re tired, and exhausted, and you don’t think your feet (and wallet) have ever hurt this much. you say goodbye to yuta with a small wave and he smiles, his cheeks still slightly dusted pink from the fact that your hand brushed his when you took your bags back.

maki is sprawled out on your bed when you arrive. she does that often, claiming the connection is better in your room than hers. you know she likes your presence though, not toge’s, not panda’s, not yuta’s (and definitely not gojo’s), yours. you don’t understand why, unless she appreciates the silence and indifference you give to her. she’s your friend, of course, but that is just the way you are with everyone. except for yuta. you do try and keep the conversation going with him a little more than usual, but that’s different, because he’s your best friend.

yuta is your best friend because he does not complain. you like that about him, how he understands you without much words. you like how he knows what you like and complies. you like how he does not prod, and how he speaks for you to the cashiers. maybe you sound like a dictator, according to maki, but yuta does not seem miserable, so you don’t say anything.

"how was your date with that slave of yours ?" she asks, shutting her phone off to look at you. you frown.

"get off my bed. i sleep there. your clothes are dirty." you reply, organising the stuff you brought. it cannot wait until later, because if it does, you will simply not do it.

she shrugs, although a ghost of a smile is present on her face. you did not push her off this time, and that much is enough.

"you seem less cranky than usual. oh, i know-"

"i’m not usually cranky." you speak as you glance to her again. she’s sitting criss crossed, and although she is still on your bed, the covers are pulled up. you supposed that’s alright.

"yes, yes you are." you roll your eyes at her statement. you will not deny her her delusions, everyone is allowed to dream. "did he finally confess his undying love to you ?" she half snorts, and you already know she is ready to text toge your answer, considering how she pulled her phone back out.

you shake your head slightly, indicating her that no, he did not do whatever she thought he would, because that’s absurd. because, "we’re best friends." you answer.

maki frowns. "but he likes you."

oh. you think, what ? okay. you hum, okay.

the green haired girl leaves your room with a smile on her face and when you touch your cheeks you realise that they are hot. oh.

and you notice that you cannot stop thinking about him now. and whenever you do, your chest tightens. oh.

maybe, you think, you do like yuta too.

oh.

the next few days are quiet. you do not speak. oh, oh, and oh’s are all that you let out. suddenly, you are hyper aware of everything. everything yuta does. everything yuta says. everything yuta wears. and oh, you do not like that. you liked caring about nothing other than yourself. maybe, if you let him go, then everything will go back to the way it was. that sounds good, right ? but then again, you do not want to let him go. what will happen to yuta if he also stops to care about you ?

that does not matter right now. you will face the consequences later. you always do. and so you become quieter, if that is even possible. but yuta has always been an exception. yuta will always be an exception, and that worries you because you find yourself humming and nodding to whatever he says instead of just saying ‘oh’.

even though you do not have a plan to follow, you know that this is not a part of it. so you stop smiling to him. and then you stop nodding. then, finally, you stop humming too. and somewhere in between you forget to say ‘oh’. you forget to answer at all.

"(name)," he says, one breezy afternoon. you turn to look at him, but you do not hum.

he sits down besides you, on the cool stone stairs leading to the field. he shivers slightly, and you look back ahead. he watches you with that type of longing. you are not looking at him. you are looking at the horizon. something bigger. something unattainable. he repeats your name slowly, until your gaze is fixated on him again. he feels safer this way. he feels seen. this is all yuta has ever wanted, so he smiles.

"what’s wrong ?" he asks, tentatively.

you stare at him some more. nothing beneath those colourful eyes of yours. you like it when he cares about you, so you have to suppress a smile. "you’ve been avoiding me." yuta adds. "oh." you answer.

he lets out an awkward laugh, and when his eyes scan your face again before meeting yours you understand he’s asking why. it’s odd, to know you can read him too without words. oh, you think. you blink.

"you’re in love with me." you state. he blinks too, although incredibly faster, and you swear you’ve never seen him this red, as he tries to hide his face between his hands.

someone snorts very loudly from behind, and you cradle your neck to be able to see who it is. "you just found out?" panda hollers, gasping for air in between laughs. you should have known yuta would have not come alone. he is too scared of confrontation to talk to you himself. he buries his face even deeper in between his palms, wishing for nothing more than to carve his eyes out because if he doesn’t he might start crying.

panda runs away, still wheezing, as he exclaims something along the lines of having to tell toge. you shrug. yuta sniffs.

"i-i’m sorry. i understand if you never want to see me again, i should’ve known that-" yuta’s rambling is cut short when you lower his hand back down to the cement to place your own over his. he sniffles some more.

your heart aches, and you think oh, you do not like to see yuta cry. specifically not because of you. and you know that you should not be doing this because it is not what was supposed to happen but it’s okay, because there was no plan to begin with. after all, you like to ponder on the possibilities only when they’re right in front of you.

you smile at him, tentatively, before entwining your pinky with his. "it’s alright. stay."

and this time, yuta is the one to think oh, because he understands what you mean. maybe he does not understand why, but he shall ask you (or not) another time. for now, he lets the wind dry his tears and your head lay stiff on his shoulder. he wants to laugh at your awkwardness, but he decides against it. it is not his place to laugh. so he intertwines your fingers with his, and smiles back.

[daenysx]

as a person who studies out of town, this was a little triggering for me to write lol. i hope you like it, i tried to do my best with reflecting all the emotions they feel. <3

requests are open!!

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missing his sweet baby

your voice sounds sad and modern!aemond is quick to leave everything behind just to make you smile.nsfw.

it's too hard to miss someone. the feeling crawls in your heart like a heavy burden, you don't know how to carry it. it's because of him.

"i miss you. please, call me."

you leave a message to him with teary eyes.

aemond targaryen is the man of your dreams. he came into your life and shattered your heart for any other person who tries to have it. your heart belongs to him, you had accepted this a long time ago.

you are far away. this is only for six months, you are studying for your dreams. at first it was harder to be away from him, to get used to a new place and a new school. you tried to stay strong against the desire to go back and see him. aemond always supports you, keeps reminding you that this is only for six months and then it will be over. still, the amount of time you spend away from him burns you inside.

three months passed and you got used to it a little. focusing on your studies helped a lot, talking to aemond at least three times a day helped as well. he is working at his family's company and he is quite busy. he does anything to be successful and worthy, you know it must be hard for him. you wish to be with him when he has difficult time with all those bad feelings but there are still three months for you to go back.

you can't stop crying today. all you want to do is to crawl into aemond's arms and bury your face to his neck. he is not here, he is busy to call you back. you feel your heart clench painfully. today, you don't really feel like doing anything, there is no class or assignment to focus on. you are free and sad, sitting in your bed.

the city you now live in is beautiful. your life is the life you always want, you work for your dream career and you have plenty of new friends. the only thing missing is him.

your phone rings, his name is on the screen. you brush your tears away, try to clear your throat for a better voice and slide your finger on the screen.

"hey."

"my love? sorry, there was a meeting, i couldn't answer the phone."

"that's okay. how are you?" you ask, try to keep your voice steady.

"i'm fine, baby. how about you, hmm? don't you have any class today?" aemond asks.

"no, i'm free today. just staying in bed, doing nothing."

"hmm, that's good. you needed to rest."

his voice sounds like he still has a lot of things to do and talks to you at the same time when he works.

"we can talk later if you want. you are still at work, i don't want to take your time." you wonder if you sound sad because you can't control your voice this time.

you hear him chuckle on the other side. "please take my time. talking to you is the most important part of my day, okay? now, tell me how was your study group yesterday, anything new?"

you start telling him about the study group but then you hear another voice on the phone. "mr.targaryen, there is an emergency-"

aemond scoffs. "i'm sorry, sweetheart. i'll call you back."

"that's fine, i love you." you can't help your voice shaking this time. he says he loves you and hangs up.

you burst into tears once more. the crying doesn't stop, you quit trying. you stay in bed for hours, sleeping and crying. the emotions overwhelm you and you just give in. there is no point anyway. you close your eyes after a while and have a restless sleep.

you wake up a few hours later, the room is dark now. you feel extremely tired and your head is empty. you are hungry but you don't want to eat anything, instead you decide to have some coffee.

you drag yourself to bathroom first. you wash your face with cold water, hoping for some relief. then you go to kitchen and make a cup of coffee. you clean the little mess you made in kitchen and hear the doorbell ring as you reach for your cup.

you frown slightly, and wondering who that might be. you reach for the doorknob and open the door.

aemond is standing right there.

your mouth falls open. your sleepy brain can't process the fact that he is here. he gives you a few seconds, a happy expression on his face.

he opens his arms for you and you jump right into them. you wrap your arms around him like a koala and bury your face to his neck. his arms instantly reaches to your waist, holding you close. you feel his lips on your hair and you start crying again.

"shh, don't cry baby. i'm right here. oh, my sweet baby."

he cups your cheeks and presses a slow kiss on your lips. you hold his hand and lead him to your room, closing the door. he puts his bag on the floor and looks at your room.

"looks like someone here had a little crisis, hmm? why didn't you tell me you feel bad?"

you look at his face with shy eyes. "i didn't want to upset you, you are already too busy. i don't want you to worry over me."

he shakes his head. "i can't believe you think like this. nothing i do in that company worths more than you, okay? you should tell me about your feelings so that i can be with you, my love."

you kiss him with tears. you miss him too much, it still doesn't feel real. for three months, both of you never had the right time to fly and see each other, always waiting for the end of six months for your sweet union. the moment he heard your shaky voice and worried tone, he couldn't stay there. that was too much to deal with.

he keeps kissing you until he is longing for air. you lead him to your bed, tearing off his clothes desperately. "calm down, baby. i'm here, i'm right here. let me take care of you, please."

he takes off the rest of his clothes and helps you out of the shirt you wear. his shirt. you take off your knee socks as well and stay only in your panties.

he looks at you for a moment. "you have no idea how much i missed you. you have no idea what you do to me. i would leave everything and go to the end of the world with you just to put a smile on your pretty face."

you open your arms for him and he leans into you. he brushes kisses on your soft breasts and the spot between them. your neck crave his attention and he is quick to give it to you. he sucks and bruises, then softens his pressures with kisses. you become a whimpering mess under him quickly.

"it looks like you missed me, too. is that right, sweetheart?"

you nod. "yes, yes, i missed you so much. so much, aemond."

he chuckles. "it's fine. i'm here now and i will take care of you."

he kisses your lips and you kiss him back. 3 months of missing and longing for each other finally shows itself physically. your fingers travel in his hair, his beautiful hair. his hands are on your waist slowly reaches to your panties.

"let's take this off, hmm?" he smiles as you move your hips. "there you go."

he is painfully hard but he doesn't care. he has to take care of you first.

"aemond, i need you. now, please."

he nods. "would you like me to use my fingers, my love?"

you shake your head, "i can't take it, i just need you inside me. please, please."

he adjusts himself a little. "how were you taking care of yourself when i wasn't here, hmm?"

you show him your hand, playfully. "my fingers."

he kisses your hand. "and were they enough?"

you shake your head. "no, never enough. not like you."

"so, my sweet baby deserves a good orgasm, hmm? i think we can do that."

he slowly pushes himself to your entrance. you are already soaked for him, your muscles painfully throb around his length. he is inside you, holding the flesh of your thighs. he waits a little for you to get used to him. three months of agony and now he has you. he kisses your lips and starts moving when you nod approvingly.

he quickly finds a strong pace. his long fingers stroke your swollen clit. he loves hearing your moans, your closed eyes and messy hair. fuck, he missed the image too much, he is not gonna last.

"aemond, hmm, so close- so clos-"

he moves a little faster. "me too, baby. don't hold back, i need you to come with me."

your first round ends with his skilled fingers applying the right amount of pleasure on your clit and your walls clenching around him. he comes inside you with a deep moan and you arch your back as you find relief.

he stays inside of you. you look mesmerising like this under him, all those emotions you feel make themselves visible on your face. he kisses your lips and moves your hair from your face.

"are you alright?" he asks.

"mm-hmm. can we do that again?"

he chuckles. "don't worry babygirl. we are not done yet."

after your breathing turns steady, he brings his fingers on your cunt. the mix of your liquids keeps you wet. he quickly puts one finger in, his thumb on your clit. he pushes his second finger in as you try to move your hips.

his fingertips touch your g-spot suddenly and you scream his name. your fingers are not enough for you to reach there and when his fingers make a great job at finding and rubbing it, you feel like you'll cry.

"oh, my sweet baby. my beautiful baby, how much i've missed you."

he keeps moving his fingers and rubbing your clit. his free hand goes up to touch your hardened nipple. he squeezes the bud and you flinch. he touches the other one then, pressing and squeezing.

"i'm close, aemon-" you can't complete the sentence because he fastens his fingers in a way that makes you speechless. he is too strong, it's almost too much. you moan his name once more when you come, his fingers are soaked from your wetness. he waits for you to find your balance until he takes his fingers off.

he leaves the bed to get a clean towel from the bathroom. he helps you sit on the bed, your back against your pillows. he cleans the mess he made and brings you a cool glass of water.

"come on, drink it baby. i tire you too much, hmm? come on, finish the glass."

you drink all your water and look up to him. "i'm not tired. i feel perfect. i'm just- so happy that you're here."

"when i heard your voice and your words trying to hide your sadness from me, i left everything. i couldn't take it anymore, i had to see my girl."

you smile. "but you were too busy. what about the work?"

"i don't give a shit about the work now. they'll be fine without me."

"when will you go back?" you ask sadly. you need to know how much time you have with him.

"tomorrow night, baby."

you nod. "that's okay. it means we have time, right?"

"yes, and i will not leave until you have a smile on your face. a lasting smile, sweetheart. you don't know how much it hurts to be far away from you and knowing that you're sad."

you kiss him. "today was different. i've never been like this before."

he nods. "i know but you can't blame a guy for worrying over his sweet baby, hmm?"

you shake your head. "no, i guess i can't."

you pull him closer and he understands what you want to do. he leans his back to the headboard and makes room for you on his lap.

you adjust yourself comfortably on his lap and stroke his cock until it's hard for you. he watches the effect you have on him, he loves being undone because of you. you take him inside you and try to get used to the different angle. he holds your waist and guides you.

you start riding him, your fingers brush his chest and his neck. you move your hips in a certain rhytm. he tries to lift his hips and hits that sweet spot inside you. you moan, clenching around him. he encourages you to keep moving. you ride him through your third orgasm that night. that's not an unusual thing with aemond, you always manage to fuck each other until you are both satisfied. you come apart once more, this time it takes longer and your thighs are a little sore.

you lift your hips and take his weeping cock in your hand. you stroke him until he closes his eye, curves his mouth into a soft smile and comes on your fingers. you don't wait for your next move, take your fingers into your mouth and licking everything.

all he can do is to stay right there and watch you. he doesn't know how will he manage to leave tomorrow night when you look so perfect and when he is so in love.

after you are done, you put your head on his chest and pull the covers on both of you. he lays down and you bury your face to his neck, inhaling his scent. "i've dreamt about you holding me like this, all day long. almost afraid that i lost my mind."

"you are in the right place for your future, sweetheart. only three months more and you'll be back, remember? we can do that. we should do that."

you nod, wrap your arms closer. "i love you."

"i love you." he says it the second time for today but this time not on the other side of the phone, instead in the bed with you, holding you close.

"i think there is some wine in the kitchen. or we can drink coffee. oh god, i forgot to ask, are you hungry? i should've asked before i jump into your arms, i'm sorry." you say the last part teasingly.

"i'm not hungry. and you see, a man in the right mind always prefers you jumping into his arms before food."

"come on, that's too romantic even for you. let's stay in bed for a while, then we'll think of something."

he nods, kisses you hairline. you try not to think about the time he has to leave. you missed him too much and you deserve some good time with him instead of worrying and being sad.

aemond targaryen is the kind of man who would leave things behind just to see you smile. he takes care of your heart, supports you, and stays with you. your love for him feels overwhelming sometimes, how much more can you fall in love with him?

you press a kiss on his chest, ask him about his day. both of you know that you won't be sleeping tonight, it will be a night full of holding, kissing, talking, and touching each other. and it will be perfect.

[gunnrblze]

Boyfriend Hesh headcannons cause I NEED this man lol (a couple NSFW teehee)

-buys you flowers consistently. already knows your favorite kind, and even if he doesn’t buy those, you’re still getting some

-personal love language is words of affirmation. needs to be reminded of his strengths, likes to talk things out with you, long conversations, comes to you when he’s trying to make a decision, etc. being the eldest sibling who had a lot of responsibility shoved on him at such an early age leaves him feeling insecure/confused/overwhelmed sometimes :/

-def a bit traditional, but not in the ‘I own you, do what I say, etc’ kind of way, more like ‘no I’ll pay for it, let me help you with this, I’ll take care of it don’t worry about it, etc’ way. would love to provide for you type of thing, but wouldn’t force that dynamic. would respect your independence fs

-speaking of, he loves doing acts of service for you. you won’t be taking out the trash, changing lightbulbs, fixing shit around the house if he’s there

-his flirtation/sweet talking skills once you’re in a relationship reach peak levels. almost better than the flirting he did to try and woo you lol. can and will having you randomly swooning for him on a Tuesday afternoon

-NSFW; ^carries into the bedroom as well. i hc that he’s pretty vanilla/gentle during sex, and that translates heavy. praises you and compliments you until your brain melts (when his own brain isn’t too melted yet). so smooth with it

-if you have family, they’ll most likely adore him. he’s definitely the embodiment of the “parents love me” trope lol

-if you wear makeup/do skincare/etc he knows what products you use. like he may not know it by name, but if you run out of cleanser or something he’d be like “oh the white bottle with the blue writing? yeah I’ll pick some up for you” lol

-he loves going on all kinds of dates with you. just Wants To Do Shit with you. movie dates, dinner dates, beach walks, stay home and get takeout, hiking, etc. isn’t picky at all as long as you’re with him

-so in tune with your sleep schedule. knows when you wake and fall asleep, the average amount of hours you get lmao like he just picks up on it immediately. even if he’s away, he’ll be texting you in a different time zone telling you to go to sleep/get up/etc

-his cooking skills are very mediocre, but he loves attempting to cook for you….poor thing. it’s usually not very good, and if you don’t have the heart to tell him you’ll just be eating really poorly made mac n cheese sometimes lol

-doesn’t have very good initial self awareness when it comes to the boundary of ‘alone time’ lol. if you’re upfront and tell him you need some alone time/space/etc, he’s def respectful and abiding of that, but you Will Have To Tell Him that bc he just wants to be with you all the time lol

-bless your heart if you’re a light sleeper, cause this man snores like a freight train. it’ll start very unassuming, like just a typical heavy man breather, but suddenly you’re being woken up from what sounds like a helicopter landing right next to you

-NSFW; (foaming at the mouth while writing this btw) he has little sexual experience methinks, but like a good solider…this man learns fast. picks up on what you seem to respond to pretty quickly, tunes and tweaks the shit he does so he can get it ‘just right’ lol. i see him as a bit of a perfectionist just in everyday life, and it translates a bit in the bedroom too.

-he loves cuddling, even when it’s all gross and hot in the summer time. like a house cat that’s gotten used to you, just wants you against him all the time. gives me very big “just c’mere baby…” energy

[oprahwinfreyjrjr]

24 unanswered Frenchie and Kimiko questions

What would have happened if Little Nina hadn’t kidnapped Frenchie? We saw those secret smiles on Kimiko and Frenchie’s faces. I want to see the conversation that happened when he came back from his quiet freak out at the coffee machine.

Why did Frenchie leave after Kimiko kissed him? Was he overwhelmed? Scared? Did he not feel that way at the time?

How the hell did they get back to the office after escaping Nina? Frenchie was butt naked and in rough shape. Kimiko was in a hospital gown, covered in blood. Cherie was not much better. That must have been an interesting Uber ride.

What is Frenchie’s famous cassoulet recipe?

In season 1, they are running for their lives, hiding from Vought in this safe house. At what point was Frenchie like, “Ah yes, this is the perfect time to bake madeleines with this feral girl. Add eggs, flour, and butter to the supplies list.”?

In a bonus scene is Season 2, Frenchie tells Cherie that he would never sleep with Kimiko. Was he lying to her? Or lying to himself?

When exactly did Kimiko figure out what “mon coeur” means?

He still looks totally cute but I would like to understand the reasoning behind Frenchie’s very elaborate, kitten whisker-y facial hair in Season 4. Choices were made!

Speaking of, he spent a not insignificant amount of time in prison. Why does he look so hot and perfectly groomed? When Butcher sprang him from prison, did he let Frenchie stop by his apartment to do a line up before his reunion with Kimiko?

Are Frenchie and Kimiko roommates? If they are roommates I want a whole season of domestic scenes with these two.

Do they share clothes?

Does Cherie come over to hang out? I’ve always been curious about how Kimiko feels about her.

When they came to M.M.’s apartment after escaping Nina, did they stop by Costco to pick up a bottle of Kirkland Signature whiskey or did they already own it?

When exactly did they fall for each other? And when did they each come to the realization that they were in love with the other? I feel like we were a tiny bit cheated out of some scenes of unrequited sexual tension because Eric Kripke dragged his feet about these two getting together for too long. (And my theory is up until the beginning of this season, he only caved because the chemistry was undeniable and the fans wanted it.)

Did Kimiko really sleep with the Jitterbean barista or was she just overcompensating?

How does Frenchie know the signs for “penis” and “vagina?” I can’t see Kimiko needing to use those words with her brother. So did she and Frenchie create those signs together? And how did it come up in the first place???

Frenchie was totally in a throuple with Cherie and Jay, right?

Will Frenchie now act extra territorial around Kimiko when they get coffee? He doesn’t strike me as a jealous guy but I could see him making an exception for her.

Will Frenchie take Compound V?

After he sawed off Kimiko’s leg, did he spend the rest of the day carrying her around while she healed?

What happened to Frenchie’s mother? How did he escape his father?

Why does Frenchie know so much about bombs and bioweapons?

How did he end up moving to The States? How did he become friends with Cherie and Jay? I feel like I could watch multiple seasons of a Frenchie prequel.

How is Kimiko going to get out of prison? How will she rescue Frenchie? And how will he react when he finally hears her voice?

[skunkes]

what is dave the diver like? ive seen it a lot but nobody talked abt like. gameplay. is it good?? i think i might get it later this month

gameplay for dave the diver involves diving down to collect sea creatures for 2 rounds, this is how time progresses in the game. You are able to upgrade several of your items in order to be able to dive deeper, breathe for longer, do more damage, carry more items with you, which also progresses the Plot.

at night you work at the sushi restaurant that makes food out of the fish you bring in, and this part of the game involves selecting a menu, serving drinks, serving the food, refilling ingredients (but it is Not stressful as you very quickly unlock multiple staff members that do this all for you, since you, as Dave, have a really slow walking speed. you very quickly get to a point where u just supervise restocking the menu and such)

I think it is good ^_^ i am a person who doesnt like management games, and the restaurant part doesnt feel like that at all. (if your staff doesnt get the order out to someone in time, all that happens is you dont get the money that person wouldve paid). I really feared it would be That kind of restaurant gameplay.

There are people who complain that there are too many quests and tasks (this is a game where you have a Phone with Apps on it, related to the game after all), but every mechanic that is introduced is not done in a stressful way, is usually tied to the plot and you are given a good example of how to use it, and many things are optional, or easy to balance since the game time only progresses when you dive!

If I had known some of the stuff/eventual mechanics beforehand, I would have felt very overwhelmed! But I think the game introduces em in a good + relevant way as u progress the plot! ykwim?

I usually HATE when games are Lots of Tasks but here its like well, I need something to do while diving anyway! Maybe doing this thing will earn me more money, or a charm that buffs my harpoon gun, or reward me with an ingredient for the sushi place, or cat food to feed the cat with. Very few things are Timed (like Parties where getting certain fish will have people paying more, or having a VIP visitor you need to make a specific dish for) and the game goes at the pace of your diving expeditions, which can last as long or as short as you want, (U can find oxygen capsules underwater!), so I also dont feel Rushed. You can do all the little quests before proceeding with plot progressing main quest, you can ignore little quests, do them later etc.

Im not very good at video james, and I get stressed out by them easily, and this game has been really fun for me and not super stressful....! I don't think it's high stakes at all.... It is also very Cute moments and pretty and the music is nice. And I love Dave he is a good guy and so cute also. ...

Jerma plays a very very small amount of it which was enough to hook me (and it only gets better and more interesting from there) if u Do wanna get an idea of core mechanics without further spoilering... I also got it on sale in case I did not like it ^_^

also it OF COURSE still has its flaws, from plot to writing to mechanics, but I like it a lot! i am haveing fun

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Batfam Brainrot still going strong, and at this rate, it probably won’t go away until I finish up drawing them in my very specific order. This time, it actually is Tim Drake’s turn! Have some Red Robin!

Initial trace with low effort background! Listen. I’m NOT drawing the condom cowl. I loved the Red Robin comics, but that was probably the only part I actually hated. The stupid stupid earless cowl. Fortunately for me, the writers apparently got the memo halfway through, since Tim has this MUCH COOLER alternative costume when he’s in the Ünternet. Yeah, for those of you who’ve never read it, turns out the supervillains have a Ready Player One-esque virtual reality internet that they use to communicate that’s also, like, really corruptive and strongly encourages all your worst impulses and feelings. Tim takes it down from the inside out with the help of his catatonic Guy In the Chair, Lonnie Machin, formerly known as Anarky. Anyway, this is my favorite Red Robin costume, mostly cuz the mask is really unique and cool and very bird-like. I’m also a long-hair Tim supremacist.

Stylization time! I mentioned in the Carrie Kelley post that I need to draw more characters with capes because they’re genuinely so fun! Like, I know, Edna Mode is correct during her whole rant about no capes. They’re not practical like 90% of the time. But, MAN, do they look cool! And in the case of Batfamily members, I actually can attempt to justify it! Bruce’s cape is bulletproof, Tim’s cape is secretly a glider, and the Robin cape is great for jerking the current Robin around like a misbehaving cat when they fall over ledges or whatever! I also pushed Tim towards the skinny side. Tim is a teenager who isn’t done growing, so I like the idea that he’s kind of gangly and awkward and wiry. Not as muscular as his big brothers, simply because he’s still growing into his proportions.

Characterization pose! I wanted to draw him in a pose that communicated his maniacal scheming supervillain energy, so analytical head tilt and slightly hunched shoulders felt good for that. I’m a major fan of Tim being slightly creepy too, so this helped. I love the expression I gave him in his civvies! Just a dead eyed stare that could mean anything from “plotting your murder for a minor insult” to “wondering if eating that 4 day old sandwich of unknown origin was a bad idea.” I enjoy the fact that his hair is about the same length as Cass’, which makes them pretty indistinguishable for someone with failing eyesight. They definitely use it to mess with people. Also, I know his boots are solid black too, but I really wanted some more red to help break up the overwhelming amount of black in his costume. There are only so many shades of gray I can use before it gets annoying! As usual, the hero name text was traced, although this time I also typed out his real name and traced that too.

Nightwing Edition

Red Hood Edition

Robin (Carrie Kelley) Edition

[d1strxct]

𝑨 𝑻𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓

𝑵𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒏 “𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓“ 𝑷𝒓𝒖𝒌𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

an: a silly little lifeweaver fic that no one asked for (i want him so bad). enjoy!

You tiredly staggered into your small apartment and let out a deep sigh. Finally, you were back home from what seemed like the longest work shift ever. Your feet ached and your mind was frazzled by the overwhelming amount of rude people. Dealing with ignorant and disrespectful customers was not your strong suit.

You tittered on the edge of a migraine and rubbed at your temples while hastily kicking off your shoes. Making your way to the couch, you wanted nothing more than to relax and enjoy the night.

And who a better person to spend it with than him.

Niran quietly walked into the living room, coming from the bedroom to investigate the sudden noise. He chuckled softly when he saw you laying face down on the couch, one arm hanging off of the cushion. A warm smile painted his face as he stepped towards you, his footsteps lightly pattering against the carpet.

A gentle and warm hand touched down on your back, landing flat and rubbing up and down soothingly.

“Rough day at work, dear?”

You nodded against the cool surface of the couch, sighing contentedly as Niran’s hand rubbed out the knots in your lower back. You turned your head to peek up at him, half of your face smushing into the cushion. He wore a pretty grin that made you tiredly smile up at him.

“I’ll go make some tea, love. You lay right there and look beautiful.”

And that’s exactly what you did.

Almost ten minutes later, you were still laying on the couch. Your eyes were half closed and you were about to succumb to sleep when the sound of light footsteps brought you back. You slowly opened your eyes and watched as Niran set down two cups of warm tea on the table in front of you.

“Sit up, love. Tell me about your day.”

With the help of your lovely boyfriend, you got into a comfortable sitting position next to him. He leaned forward and carefully grabbed your cup, handing it to you. You took it from his hands and blew on it before taking a small sip. The warmness of it made you significantly more awake and you smiled to yourself. One of Niran’s arms wrapped around you and you rested your head on his chest.

“Alright, now what happened at work today?”

You sighed and closed your eyes for a second, the memories of today's events flooding into your mind. Your tea sat comfortably in both hands as you started speaking.

“Well, two of our registers shut down at the same time. Tons of people were waiting in each line and half of them wouldn’t stop complaining. Not to mention there were only four of us working at the time. This lady threw a fit like it was our fault they went down. I was on my feet the entire time and my back was aching from carrying heavy loads. It was hot and humid and exhausting and I-“

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s over now. You got through it.”

You hadn’t noticed your voice growing louder with each passing second until Niran stopped you, rubbing your arm delicately. You took a deep breath and let it out, calming your mind and listening to Niran whisper sweetly into your ear.

“Customer service isn’t for the weak, darling. It takes a lot of mentality to do that, and because you’re so strong, you get through it. Ha, I could never work in customer service. I’d give them the same attitude back and get myself fired. And hey, it’s the weekend now, so you don’t work! We can sleep in and relax all day tomorrow.”

He placed a small kiss on your forehead and affectionately squeezed you closer to him. You chuckled and tilted your head to give him a hearty smile. He always knew just what to say to make you feel better, and you couldn’t be any more grateful.

“That would be lovely, Niran. Thank you. Ugh, I’m starving now. I’m gonna go get my leftovers.”

Niran didn’t say anything, slowly unwrapping his arm from around your shoulders. You sat your tea on the table and patted his leg affectionately, giving him a small smile before standing up. You walked into the kitchen and made a beeline for the fridge, where the leftovers from last night’s dinner awaited you. Opening the refrigerator door, you set your eyes on where you had put the container last night.

Except the container wasn’t there anymore.

You narrowed your eyes slightly and made a confused face before looking around inside. Maybe it got moved around somewhere? Niran must’ve put it in a different spot and you just weren’t seeing it yet. But after almost a minute of searching, you still didn’t find the leftovers. Shutting the refrigerator, you turned around to call out to Niran.

“Hey, love? Where are the-“

Turning around, your eyes landed on the kitchen table, where a container stared back at you, empty. You stopped midway through your sentence, standing lifeless in the middle of the kitchen. Those weren’t your leftovers, were they? Upon closer look, you saw a fork laying next to it, and what appeared to be little crumbs of yesterday's dinner.

You entered the living room again, your face expressionless and dark. Niran sat on the couch still, looking anxious with a nervous smile. A guilty smile. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, before you slowly opened your mouth. You spoke calmly, but it was monotone and quiet.

“Niran, did you eat my food?”

He recognized your blank expression and quickly jumped up, putting his hands out in front of him defensively.

“I-It isn’t what it looks like! I swear!”

That’s all you needed to hear before you lunged for him.

“Niran Pruksamanee, you are so dead!”

As soon as you took a step forward, he yelped and clumsily took a step back, almost tripping over his own two feet. He quickly rounded the couch, standing behind it while you were in front of it. His throat bubbled up with nervous giggles, the smile growing wider and guiltier looking. His eyes pleaded for forgiveness on their own, but you were having none of it.

You shifted towards the right side of the couch and Niran moved to the left side, keeping both of his hands on the end of the furniture. You stared intently at him, your gaze fierce and sparkling with a sense of mischief Niran had seen before. And it usually didn’t end well for him.

“Wait wait wahahait! Please, l-let’s just talk about this!”

“Ohh no no no” you started, “you’ve said enough.”

Instead of chasing Niran around the couch and going back and forth, you got the idea to jump over it instead. When Niran was standing behind the middle of it, you quickly leaped over the couch. With a shriek, Niran pivoted around the couch and took off down the hallway. You had to contain a laugh from his girlish scream and quickly ran after him.

Since the apartment was small, there wasn’t much space to run around everywhere. You were able to use that to your advantage and catch up to him pretty quickly. He made a beeline for the bedroom and just before he could reach it, you jumped onto his back. He yelped and lurched forward. One of his hands came up to make sure you didn’t fall. He was already in enough trouble and didn’t want to add fuel to the fire if you got injured.

You wrapped one of your arms around his neck, careful not to choke him, and put the other one around his torso. Your hand rested on his hip and felt him tense underneath you. Niran poured out pretty giggles and shook his head, trying to walk toward the bed. You smirked and brought your lips close to his ear.

“You can speak in laughs for me, pretty boy.”

Deciding not to waste any more time, you instantly went in for the kill. Your thumb latched onto his hip bone and pressed in, your other fingers sneaking to the back of his side and mercilessly squeezing. Niran was in hysterics immediately and let out beautiful laughter. You knew that this was one of his worst spots, and you also knew that he deserved no mercy.

You already felt him crumbling underneath your hip squeezes and watched as his knees buckled. He slowly fell to the ground and you used this as an opportunity to get him onto his back. You quickly got off of his back and fought his defending hands to get the upper hand.

With a few more squeezes to his waist, you managed to lay him on the floor face up and straddle his waist. You gathered his wrists in your hand and held them above his head, basking in the giggles that spilled from his mouth. Now that he could see your face, you put on your best angry look and narrowed your eyes at him.

“Any last words, thief?”

“I hahahave to admit, it was pretty gohohoohahaHAHhaha!”

Your fingers landed on his side, rapidly pinching up and down. He threw his head back against the floor with a bright smile, laughter barreling through his chest. His arms tried to crash down against his sides, but you managed to keep them up. Behind you, his legs kicked out uselessly and he stomped his feet against the carpet.

“I can’t believe,” you pinched his hip, earning another squeal, “that you would eat MY leftovers. I mean who does that?!”

Niran shook his head through loud and hiccupy laughter. You watched as he scrunched his nose and crinkled his eyes out of reflex. It took everything in you not to show the big smile that was hiding behind the ‘bad cop’ facade. His laugh was as sweet as gold and glazed in honey. His small hiccups and wheezes were only one of your favorite things about it. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

And what a perfect opportunity to hear it in all its beauty!

“Nohohohahahaha! I’m-hah! Ihihi’m sahahahahaharry!”

You shook your head and tsked, bringing your hand up to his ribs and prodding in random spots.

“Nuh-uh. It’s too late for apologies. You should’ve thought about that before you decided to steal”

Niran squirmed around like a fish out of water and squeaked at each prod to his lower ribs. His lower ribs were more sensitive than his higher ones and you made sure to take your time to find each sensitive spot. You were methodical and fast-paced as you dug your fingers into each bone, watching his reactions intently.

Usually, when you and Niran got into playful attacks, you started slow and teasing. You would lightly trace his waistline to make him giggle and move to his sides to get a few squeals out. Those fights had a ninety-nine percent chance of ending with you on the ground a laughing mess, as Niran was always one to seek revenge right after.

But you made sure to change your tactics tonight. Starting with hip squeezes always made him a crumbled mess on the floor. Boisterous and bubbly laughter flowed out of him like an open ocean. His wide smile was bright enough to light a thousand rooms. You enjoyed the way you could make him squirm beneath you with a simple prod to one of his most ticklish spots. Continuing on the rougher side would tire him out quicker, so your chances of ending up in his spot were slim.

“Ihihihit’s nohohot stealing if Ihihihi mahade it!”

“Okay, fair point. But it still doesn’t give you the right to eat it without even asking!”

Niran was lost in laughter at that point. Your fingers skittered up to the backs of his ribs. He tried turning his body to the opposite side, but your wiggling fingers followed, not once letting up. You noticed him trying to form words and quickened your fingers. A snort escaped him and you couldn’t help the small smirk that formed on your lips.

“Hmm? What was that you were trying to say, thief?”

“IHIHIhihi’m sahahrry! I’m sorry, pahaha-please!”

“Please what, huh?”

Before he could get anything else out, you climbed your fingers back down and spidered them onto his stomach. He sucked in a breath, and you felt him tense underneath your hand. His laughter dropped to high-pitched giggles and you thought this was the perfect time for some teasing.

“You know, I’ve had a very stressful and long day today. I couldn’t wait to get home and eat my oh-so-delicious leftovers and relax with my oh-so-beautiful man. But come to find out, you had eaten them all! Do you not love me anymore? Are you against me somehow?!”

He was about to giggle and wheeze out a response when you shushed him, giving a squeeze to the side of his stomach. Any words about to come out of his mouth were quickly replaced with a bark of laughter.

“Ah ah, I said no apologies. Looks like I’ll just have to find something else to eat. I could really go for some fruit right now. Do you know what kind, Niran?”

His eyes almost shot out of his head at hearing your words. He blabbered out pleas’ and scrambled to pull his hands down. In his giggly and weakened state, he wasn’t able to get far in bringing them down and laughed louder in anticipation. You smirked down at him and tried not to laugh at his nervousness. You stopped skittering your nails against his stomach and slowly pulled his loose shirt up until his stomach was fully shown. You watched as it quivered underneath your fingers and smirked down at him.

“I could go for some raspberries! And I see an oh-so-beautiful man,” you trailed your eyes down to his stomach and gasped, “with an oh-so ticklish tummy all for me!”

“No no noho no! Pla-plehehease! Nahahaha, Ihihi CAHAhahahn’t!”

Niran’s laughter got more frantic as his squirming increased. Instantly, you lowered your mouth to his stomach and blew a raspberry. He screamed and threw his head back, falling into a never-ending pit of never-ending laughter. His legs kicked and hit the floor repeatedly. You blew raspberry after raspberry until his laugh was barely audible, his smile threatening to split his face in half.

You decided to give him a break when you saw the darkest shade of maroon paint his cheeks and tears form in his eyes. You sat up and smiled down at him, keeping your grip around his wrists. He sputtered out giggles with a big grin and took in deep breaths, his chest heaving up and down. Your hand came up to his face and he flinched, giggling even louder and attempting to move his head away. You cooed and teased him.

“Aw, did you think I was gonna tickle you again? Stop giggling and hold still!”

Niran relaxed a little when your hand wiped the small tears from the sides of his cheeks. You caressed your thumb against his face and booped his nose, earning a tiny giggle as a reward. You grinned and lowered your hand to his neck, fluttering your fingers against the side of it. He squealed and twisted his head, trying to evade your ticklish touches.

“You’re just too ticklish for your own good, Niran. Look at how flustered you are!”

“Stahahahap teheheasing. I ca-ahahaha-can’t!”

“Can’t what?”

“Ihihi cahan’t tahake it!”

Your fingers moved back to his stomach and lightly skittered all across it, keeping him in a state of airy giggles and squeaks. The smirk on your face never faded.

“Awh, you can’t take the teasing? Or the tickling? Maybe both? Either way, I think you can! And I think you deserve it too.”

Niran shook his head and babbled out protests again. You giggled innocently and prodded his side a few times, basking in the precious laughter it gave you like he was the sun. Slowly and teasingly, your hand spidered up his side, making sure to hit all of his sensitive spots on the way up.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth and squirmed around. You smiled and brought your fingers up to his armpit. Niran squealed at the feeling and giggles escaped his mouth. They raised in volume when he noticed the evil look on your face and he shook his head wildly, his eyes begging yours not to continue.

“Ohoho gohohosh. Plehehease nohohot there!”

“Where? Here?” You poked his armpit with a single finger. “Or maybe here?” A squeeze to his ribs. “Or what about here?” A skitter of fingers on his neck. You left him a giggling mess on the floor. He was squeaking and squealing like a child and you loved every second of it.

“Ohh, you meant here!”

Quickly, you let go of Niran’s wrists and shot both of your hands into his armpits, scribbling your fingers into the hollows. Niran outright screamed and threw his head back, diving headfirst into cackles and snorts. His arms crashed down by his sides and his back arched before falling back down. He tightened the space between his arms and his torso, trapping your wiggling fingers further in his armpits.

“NAHAHAnohoho! Ohohohhoho my gahahahad! Stopstopstahahahap!”

His torso shook with mirth as you deepened your fingers, making sure no sensitive spot went untouched. You switched between digging in and lightly skittering, keeping him on edge the entire time. You poked, prodded, and wiggled your fingers wherever you could. Niran made it easier for you by giving you no room to take your hands out. You giggled with him (and at him) and leaned down to blow a raspberry against his neck, getting a shrill squeal out of him.

“IHIHIHI’M SAHAHORRY! I’m sahaharry! Nohohoho mohohohohore!”

“Are you really sorry?”

“YEHEHEHES! Mehehehercy!”

You stilled your fingers and hummed in thought, looking down at him curiously. Niran gasped for air and let out tiny hiccups of laughter. He slightly relaxed and you felt his arms loosen, so you flexed your fingers. He squealed and squeezed them to his sides again, giggling up a storm and breathing heavily. You laughed and maneuvered your hands out of his armpits, receiving a few squeals and chortles.

Niran hugged his torso and looked up at you with a face as red as an apple and a smile as bright as a star. His chest heaved up and down as he caught his breath. You rested your hands on his hips and scooted down to sit on his lower legs, spreading them open slightly. Your hands traveled to his thighs and stilled on top of them, massaging them gently to calm him down.

“Y’know, I’m not sure you’re really sorry. I think you need one last bit of convincing.”You smirked down at him and lowered your voice. “After all, you always have to make sure a thief is punished properly.”

Without letting Niran fully process what you said, you found vacancy on his inner thighs and squeezed rapidly and mercilessly. Niran almost ascended into the heavens with how hard he started laughing. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and threw his head back, kicking his legs out like a fish out of water. You knew how much of a bad spot this was for him and you had no shame in using it to your advantage.

Niran’s hands raced down to grab yours, but since he was so weak with laughter, he didn’t attempt to slap your hands away. Boisterous laughter turned into hiccups and shrieks the longer you continued. You kept one hand on his inner thigh to skitter all across it and brought the other one lower to his knee, where you repeatedly squeezed the top of it. The different sensations made him fall into silent laughter and you could tell he couldn’t take it for much longer.

“Do you promise not to eat my leftovers ever again?”

Niran nodded slowly, tears threatening to fall down his face again. His stomach ached from laughing so much and his cheeks were sore. His entire face was painted red and he barely attempted to squirm around, telling you he was at his limit. You grinned and stopped your merciless squeezing to lightly spider your fingers across the tops of his thighs.

“Are you one-hundred percent positive you will ask for permission next time? And not steal them?”

“YEHEHEhehehes! Just-ahahaha-stahahahap! Plehehehahah-“

You hummed in triumph and stopped tickling him for good. You got off of his legs and sat beside his head, running your fingers through his hair while he caught his breath. Residual giggles spilled from his lips and you giggled too, gently getting the knots out of his tangled hair. The two of you sat in silence for the next minute or so, the occasional giggle escaping him. When he could finally function again, he tilted his head up to look at you.

“Thahat was ehehevil and sadistic. I didn’t you hahad it in you.”

You shrugged your shoulders and chuckled, smiling proudly.

“I had to teach you a lesson didn’t I, love?”

“Yes, you did. And I promise I learned it!”

“Good, because you’re making me dinner now.”

Niran sighed with a soft smile on his face and nodded. You giggled and booped his nose before standing up and reaching a hand out to him. He took it with grace and you helped him off the ground, keeping a hand on his arm in case he got too dizzy. Once he stood up, the two of you made your way back into the living room. You took a seat on the couch and relaxed while Niran walked into the kitchen, starting dinner for the two of you. You turned on the television and got lost in a show playing.

About thirty minutes later, Niran walked into the living room with two plates full of your favorite food. He sat them down on the table in front of the couch and you excitedly sat up, bringing the table closer to you so you could eat. It smelled delicious and you couldn’t wait to dig in. You looked up at Niran with starry eyes and smiled.

“This looks amazing, love. Thank you.”

He grinned and sat down next to you, instantly starting to dig into his food. You did the same and moaned in delight at the taste. Niran grinned and put his fork on your plate, trying to sneak a piece of your meal onto his. You quickly grabbed your plate and moved it away from him, narrowing your eyes and smirking.

“No way, Niran! This is all mine.”

He laughed and held his hands up defensively.

“Okay, okay! I’m not allowed to take any of your food. Noted!”

After the two of you finished dinner and cleaned up the table, you both laid back on the couch together and watched the television. Niran wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You rested your head against his chest and brought your legs up to lay out on the couch. You felt so warm and safe around him, as he was like a big teddy bear.

A little while later, you two were still cuddling on the couch. Your focus was completely on the show, so you were distracted for the most part. A yawn from Niran broke you out of your focus and you looked up at him, a smile on your face. He softly grinned at you, tiredness evident in his eyes. You patted his chest and made a move to get up.

“Let’s go to bed, love.”

He nodded and brought a hand up to stifle another yawn. You chuckled and slowly started to break out of your cuddle with him, only to be gently pulled back down by a firm hand on your waist. You looked back at him with an eyebrow raised and noticed the small smirk on his face. He pulled you in closer so his lips were right beside your ear and he tiredly whispered.

“You’re lucky I’m too tired to get you back right now. You’re in for it tomorrow morning, darling.”

[wherenymphsroam]

Game! Ship your mutuals with a character YOU think they match with 🤭

eee omg !! okay umm im So Sorry if some of these are maybe inaccurate or doesn’t make sense because most of these will be based off just overall vibes or A Feeling I’m Getting so !!

@kiorcel re4 leon !!! whether on a more romantic or platonic level, I feel like you guys def have vibes that would just Click. we haven’t interacted directly, but from what I’ve seen, it would be so funny to see how ur guys’ humor would flow with each other !!! see you guys as sort of a brother + sister that irritate each other for shits n giggles then apologize with a ‘hey wanna go grab mcdonalds, i’ll buy’ later that night :3

@90sbee HELENA !!!!! like first person to spring to mind was BAM helena. u guys are so girlfriends like,, very much envisioning checking + touching each others makeup up (her swiping an extra eyelash off ur cheek), u bamboozling her with lipgloss kisses b4 you guys go out for the night (she gets dramatic and almost convinced you she wiped the mark off, but the light catches the gloss on her cheek later that evening and she only smiles when you realize). def puts her hand in ur back pocket whenever u wear jeans :o

@burningcoffeetimetravel okay this is actually making me wanna like rip my hair out but I actually found ur work on ao3 first !!! and for the life of me, I can’t find what piece it was in my history !!! but I remember reading it and just like- being overwhelmed by the amount of Warmth and Comfort you provided the poor guy, and this is definitely pushing my decision to assign u re6 Leon !! re6 was definitely when he was starting to spiral, that breaking point just coming toward him quicker and quicker. this assignment is necessary just based off the fact that that man needs a hug and I just Know you would hold him so dear :( (heavy heavy whump/hurt + comfort vibes here omg)

@ovaryacted im sorry I can’t look at ID leon without immediately attaching u to him JSNDUSHDUS !!!!! very much a power couple fr. thinking like, planning out ‘fancy dates’ and being hot in public and people, except u guys end up cutting the night short to go on a drive (obviously his ass is not behind the wheel) talking about everything and nothing !!!! like …. can also almost see a sort of bonnie n clyde dynamic there ….

@roseglazedlens I def have to say either nanami or jill !!! you just carry this air about you that screams like — loving domesticity, something the both of these poor things Need in a way they can’t admit to. you are sooo so sweet, they would not be able to resist just melting around you :(( have the potential to turn nanami into a sappy man that always Needs to nestle his face into the crook of ur neck first thing when he gets home !!!

🤍 DC CREATORS UNDER CUT !!!! 🤍

@iwantyouinacage im gonna say ID Leon !!!! still has some of that snark from re4, but is wiser in how he uses his words. not nearly as jaded, but jaded enough to want to take it out on someone !!! he would def be a very dynamic and flexible, something I figure u could appreciate 👀 that guy is fr a three in one dom !!!

@misscimi hi I would pay money to watch u with vendetta chris n leon :3 more specifically I need to see u and Chris bicker and him trying to tame u while leon ends up getting inadvertently cucked because things just devolved into u guys arguing :3

@bratphilia MIKEEEE MIKE MIKE MIKE !!!!! I feel so very strongly he would like the frills n the pink and just overall having a pretty doll on his hip :3 very very baseless assumption, but u would put a bow on his fleshlight n he would keep it there because he thinks it’s adorable. comes pouting to you to ‘super glue that thing back on, he must’ve fucked the damn thing thinking about you’ :3

@gilfhub hi I would pay money to watch you and damnation leon try and out ‘creep by radiohead’ each other. better yet, pulling popcorn out when he ends up saying ‘what do you even know about nickleback’ :3 (GET HIS ASS !!!!!!!!)

@sicbaby OOOOO DI LEON. DI LEON ALL THE WAY. sorry he would take such good care of you. the most patient out of all of them, but also the sharpest with his words and knowledge <3 he’s always getting a kick out of you, snorting under his breath at cute mannerisms, silently entertaining any teasing. but will flip the script so fast on u !!!

@dollfacefantasy ummmm i HAVE to say vendetta leon !!! you guys are very similar I think in how you go interact with your space, and I have a feeling you may even somewhat mirror each other in how you process/observe the world around u? anyways u guys are very much strangers that met at a bar and end up round back not even thirty minutes later panting into each others mouths type beat :3

@d10nyx i…. am very much seeing re2 leon with u. except he’s literally just the kid of the guy ur mom got married to, and he’s obviously the golden child and is favored as soon as he moves in, and you guys Hate each other. okay so what if he steals ur panties !!!! maybe you should put your dirty laundry in the wash right away instead of letting ur dirty laundry basket sit in the laundry room while you wait for a different wash load to be done !!!! please give him a sabotaged mayo oreo for me he deserves it thanks 🧍🏻‍♀️

[dvskf4llz]

Hellooo!! I've just recently seen your works and I absolutely LOVED the way you write!!!

Could I perhaps request a rendog x gn!reader (first pov would be okay w me :D) where the reader has a hard time opening up to people so they really struggle with giving their honest feelings about stuff

The hermit would be constantly asking them favors n all and they just get reaaaaallyyy overwhelmed with all of it, Ren notices this and immediately confronts the hermits about it with the reader. The hermits then lower the amount of favors they ask of the reader

And in the end Ren is proud of the reader and ends the day with giving them cuddles and kisses!!

(I'd like to be ☁️ anon if you don't mind)

Remember, always take care of yourself!!! Your not obligated to write stuff and get it out as fast as you can if you're not doing well!! Health comes first <3

Ofc!!! I'll be calling you cloudy from now on!!!

I'm proud of you.

𝓡𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓰 𝔁 𝓖𝓝!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭ader

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Summary: In where the Reader struggles to struggles to speak up for themselves, their lover - Ren notices and decides to help them out

Type: Fluffy, romantic oneshot. 2nd POV

Warnings ⚠: nothing rlly just fluffy stuff ^_^

Proofread: nerp

my god I need to get a better posting schedule 😭😭 I deprive yall of posts way too much 😥

I made this during when I was half asleep so ignore how short it is and some mistakes

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You had problems with standing up for yourself and being honest with people since you were just a child, you tried your best to overcome it, but it was no use.

Ever since you joined Hermitcraft and becoming close with the Hermits, they would ask you favors constantly, you always had a hard time saying no. You would always do their favors, even if it would end up putting you in danger from time to time, you really couldn't say no.

For a whole week, you were doing favors for different Hermits with no break at all. You didn't have time to fix up your base a little and organize it, you wanted to add some stuff to your base but you barely had any time.

At the end of the week, you had came back home, tired as ever. You were absolutely just ready to pass out right then and there, of course you didn't though because you'd rather not fall on the floor. As you walked inside while closing the door behind you, Ren would be watching you stumbling across the room. He was very concerned for you, wondering why you seemed so tired as you flopped onto the couch.

Ren would step away from where he was originally standing and heads over to where you were, his figure looming your limp figure. You were awake, just too tired to move. Ren would stare at you for a few seconds before speaking up

"What's gotten you so tired?" Ren asked curiously

"Constant favors from the Hermits." You replied back with a muffled voice, your face having buried in one of the couch's pillows. You were too tired to even turn around to speak to Ren currently, you'd just have to hope he heard you. Ren stared at you for a few more moments worriedly before lifting you up in his arms

"You're going to hurt your back y'know." Ren said as he carried you to your guys' shared room, seemingly having no struggle to carry you

"I know, that's why you're here to carry me." You responded back teasingly, weakly chuckling as you cuddled up into Ren's arms. Ren would sign and roll his eyes playfully before opening the door to the bedroom, walking in and setting you down on the bed.

He then headed over to the closet and grabbed the most comfiest pajamas you owned and handed it for you to change in, since he was respectful he turned around as you changed. If you thought it was fine, he still refused to look at you. He respected you too much. When you were done, he had no hesitation to lay down next to you and start giving you soo many cuddles while you fall asleep in his arms. Eventually, he ended up sleeping too while feeling proud of himself for getting you to sleep.

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Next day came around, and to no surprise Hermits asked you even more favors. You had barely any time to yourself at this point, you could absolutely just not take a break. You seriously just wanted to spend time with Ren, not looking for some dripstone. But you didn't complain, you just kept going because they were your friends. Ren on the other hand, also missed you and wanted to help you out a bit.

So when you finally got just a few minutes for a break, Ren gathered the Hermits up and "kindly" told them lower how many favors they ask you everyday (in reality he just spoke to them passive-aggressively and maybe threw in some threats, nothing too bad). The Hermits agreed and everything was okay now, so Ren headed back to where you had been and told you to get some more rest.

You were definitely confused as to why the Hermits hadn't been asking you a lot of favors after that, you did not know of anything at all. Eventually, you would find out from a certain hermit accidentally telling you what Ren did which lead you to asking him about it.

Once you do ask your lover about it, all Ren would just say is: "Oh yeah, I helped you out a bit and got the Hermits to ask less favors from you." as he cooks you guys a meal. You were thankful and extremely relieved, but it did feel a bit odd for you since you had gotten used to doing multiple favors. It was definitely gonna be a bit hard to adjust back to just relaxing, but at least Ren's there to help you.

By the time Ren finishes cooking and you two start eating, you'd finally be able to just have a nice conversation with your beloved for once. It felt quite nice to have quality time with loved ones, especially with the man you loved oh so dearly. When one of you would ramble about stuff, the other would just simply listen happily.

When the two of you were done eating, you two cleaned up everything and agreed to go straight to bed. Why? For cuddles of course! Ren's cuddles and hugs were just always the best really, they always made you safe and warm. Plus, his forehead kisses would just absolutely make you melt.

So when the two of you got in bed, Ren did not hesitate to pull you close and start cuddling you. He'd be peppering your face with kisses, he just missed you so much. You had to gently push him away to stop him before you practically turn into a puddle, Ren would just laugh about it for a while before continuing to cuddle you in silence.

At some point, Ren would break the silence as he had something to say to you

"You know, I don't say this often but.. I'm really proud of you, sweetie. You've dove a great job." Ren whispered to you, giving your cheek a kiss before laying his chin ontop of your head. You had paused for a moment, a sense of warmness and comfort came to you as you heard the words 'I'm really proud of you'. You were certainly not used to having people say those kinds of stuff, it almost made you cry a bit(ignore this part if you don't cry when it comes to moments like these.). Ren had to wipe the tears away from your eyes to prevent you from crying, now who would want their sweet love to be crying?

Ren would add in a little joke just to make you smile before you drifted off to sleep, and eventually, him falling asleep aswell. The two of you in each other's arms, sleeping peacefully with a smile on your guys' faces as you finally got the rest you really needed..

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Waowwww!!! You got to the end! Congrats! So uh- yes I disappeared for more than a week and I apologize sincerely, but I'm back now!!! It's literally like 11 pm for me and I forgot to post this yesterday so uhh yeah !!

I don't have much to say aside from the thing I always say which is...

Always take care of yourself mate!! Go eat, go sleep, go take a shower and be yourself! Love you guys sm /p

Have a good day/evening!

[hughiecampbelle]

Being Shiv's Twin With Depression Would Include:

Requested: Can I request a Succession headcanon for being Shiv's twin who struggles with depression, please? - anon

A/N: I love these requests cuse I'm a twin and I feel like I have inside knowledge lol like I have cheat codes. Anyways, thank you for requesting my love!!! Hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Shiv is definitely the oldest twin

As the oldest, she takes her duties very seriously. From blowing out the birthday candles first, to reminding you that she's a whole year older for the amount of time it took you to be born, to protecting you from other kids at school when they're being mean

She loves you more than life itself, she would do anything to protect you. As far as Shiv is concerned, she's the only one who can call you names and push you around. Anyone else, even your brothers, are off limits. She's incredibly defensive over you. You could do no wrong, even when you do, it's never your fault

"Y/n hit me!"

"No they didn't!"

"Yes they did!"

"You deserved it then."

When Logan is cruel to you or dismisses you, Shiv is the one you cry to. She's the one who, in a moment of pure insanity, goes to Logan and demands that he be nicer to you. You beg her not to, but it's too late. He laughs in her face, dismissing her as well, but at least she gave it a good shot. She does it more as a reminder that she'd do anything for you, including standing up to him for you

"Don't listen to him, he's a mean old man."

"What if it's true? What if I'm stupid?"

"Are you kidding? You're the smartest person I know."

Your mother still goes on and on about how carrying twins ruined her body. You just share a knowing look, that for the rest of your lives you'll have to hear about what a burden you were before you were even born

You and Shiv are by far the closest siblings. You share everything: a room, secrets, even your own twin-language. You can still sort of speak it now, with a few words, which creeps everyone out. Your father made a rule at the dinner table that a language everyone knows must be spoken because Roman would get upset and Kendall would get annoyed. You don't need words though, just a look can tell you everything

Shiv is the Dandelion child, she can thrive under any circumstances. She doesn't mind the pressures, all the unspoken rules and tension. It doesn't bother her. You, on the other hand, are the Orchid child. You don't thrive in the Roy household. You're anxious and sensitive and when you're at school or with friends or even with your mother you're able to come out of your shell. At home you wilt, and Shiv is the only one who understands this, who sees this and tries her best to fix this

Where Shiv thrives in your teenage years, you start to feel this overwhelming sense of dread, this horrible exhausted, overwhelmed, terrible feeling you don't have a name for. You are riddled with insecurity, with self-doubt and self-criticism. It feels horrible. You feel like you bruise too easily, like everything hurts. You find it hard to get out of bed, to find joy in things, to be yourself. You're not showering or brushing your teeth. You have this overwhelming urge to hurt yourself to find relief. Shiv is the first to notice, but she doesn't know what's wrong or how to fix it

She doesn't have a word for it either. She tries her best to help you, planning weekends so you're not stuck in bed, helping you with deadlines and homework so you don't fall behind, so you don't suffer under your father's wrath. She wants to shake you out of it, hoping it's just a bug or a rut

It's not though and not long after you break down in tears in front of her, scared, exhausted, tired of existing like this, tired of existing at all. She knows she can't go to either parent about this, so she goes to the school guidance counselor and sets up a meeting. When you come out of it, it's the first time you say the word Depression. Neither of you knew anything about mental health. What your father says is mostly jokes or making fun of someone. Whatever Connors mother suffered from, he had her locked away because of it. You make a pact right then and there not to tell Logan. Shiv makes you promise when you feel this way, you talk to her about it. She'll help you figure it out

And you do. Nothing is off limits between you. When you lose your appetite, she's the one who sits with you and makes you eat. She brushes your hair and helps you get dressed. She organizes everything in the bathroom to make it easier to get washed in the morning. It pains her to see you hurting

Neither your father or mother notice anything different and though your brothers suspect something might be up, they know better than to interfere

For years this goes on. You meet with the counselor once a week and talk to Shiv when you feel like you aren't burdening her. Eventually she catches on to these feelings and reminds you often there is nothing you could do to bother her. Nothing

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Not possible."

"Yes possible."

There are times when you don't feel any kind of depression and other times where it feels suffocating, like you'll never see the end of it. Either way, you know with Shiv by your side, you'll get through it

She worries about you to no end. It's her job as big sister to protect you, protect you from everything. How can she protect you from your own mind? She does lots of research. What it is, how to help, how it's treated, etc.

One you graduate and are out of the house, Shiv not so subtly finds you a real therapist, someone qualified to really help and diagnose you. For her, you go and it's there that you're diagnosed with depression. You're put on medication/s and go every two weeks

She checks in wirh you, seeing how you're doing, how it's going, how you're feeling

It's been under control for a while now, you've never felt better. It lingers of course, but you're finding ways to handle it, to cope

You know if you didn't have Shiv you wouldn't be here today

When your brothers find out years later, far into your adulthood, Shiv makes it known any jokes about it won't be tolerated

"Can I just-"

"If you like where you're intestines are, you'll keep quiet."

"Noted."

Connor feels terrible that you had to go through it alone, but you assure him you weren't alone. You had Shivy. You thank her for everything, every time she calls, every time she texts, every time you talk. She just shrugs it off like its no big deal, but it was, it is

When you're having an especially hard time you know her guest room is always available. Tom becomes used to seeing the two of you in there, asleep or talking. She makes it known that her place is also your place, that you're welcome anytime

"What about you, how are you doing?"

"You know me, I can thrive in any conditions."

"Shivy. . ."

"I know what you mean. I'm okay, really."

You're still as close as ever

You talk about everything, including your marriages, your brothers, Gojo and Matsson and the election. You're always the one who makes her laugh, really laugh and can take her mind off anything

"Where would I be without you?"

"Ohio, probably."

"Shut up!"

Shiv knows a lot about your depression, more so than anyone. She was there when it started and she'll be there til the end. She never judges or doubts you because of it. She knows it makes life a hell of a lot harder. You're doing your best, even when you don't feel like it, even when you feel like you're not. She loves you, you're her twin after all

[lightningbig]

the most wonderful time of the year, huh?

hello, take some rambling for a pissa christmas not-fic under the cut! hope u enjoy the sillies, happy holidays friends <<33

very much inspired by the classic cheesy hallmark holiday movie vibe except based in qsmp bc i started getting carried away with making a modern au and it very quickly Overwhelmed Me. so, we’re on the server, and there are stupid amounts of mistletoe about. as one does for the holidays. it very quickly becomes a game - everyone is hyper aware of where the mistletoe is, not because they’re trying to avoid it but because they’re all VIGILANT about calling out people getting stuck under them together. prime heckling hours, can’t let the pair (or group) away without a kiss, come on, everyone knows the rules. 

so cue Incident One. it happens either just at spawn in a crowded group, or maybe at a holiday party that gets thrown with everyone around. phil’s been pretty good at staying out of the shenanigans, mostly just egging things on from the sidelines. so maybe he lets his guard down a little and isn’t paying attention to his surroundings. and maybe he ends up next to missa under an overhang, with some sneaky mistletoe above them. it gets pointed out and their friends delightfully rib them about it, making it clear they won’t stop until A Kiss Happens. phil is… maybe panicking a little bit internally. they still haven’t had the feelings conversation. he hasn’t had a feelings conversation with himself - philza minecraft, repression king, is maybe being forced to realize some things Very Quickly. when he looks over, missa is blushing, the flush of his face visible under his mask. and the thing is… yeah okay phil’s nervous. that’s undeniable. but also… that’s his husband. he looks at missa and all he ever feels is an overwhelming love, a warmth in his chest that burns steady and safe. and so when missa smiles and leans down, phil’s stomach swoops in excitement. 

but missa just smacks two over exaggerated, silly kisses over each of his cheeks. grins while the rest of their friends laugh and let them off the hook. the moment passes and they all move on and missa doesn’t mention it again and phil tries to crush the disappointment he feels like a pit in his chest. he feels silly about it - of course missa didn’t kiss him. why would he? that’s not what they do. he should’ve known better than to get his hopes up!! he’s usually so good about locking that shit down, and for this very reason!!!  

on the other side of the group/party, chayanne is clawing at the walls. absolutely despairing. desperately looking to tallulah like, ‘are you seeing this shit???’ because now he has someone ELSE to agonize over this with. his silly, oblivious parents and their awful pining. at this point he’s ready to sabotage the bunker doors and just lock the two of them in the hatch together. it’s that bad. tallulah, recognizing the direness of the situation, helps him hatch (ha) a plan, dubbed operation ‘lovebirds’. since they are the two sneakiest eggs in the whole WORLD (real and true) they make/find/steal a silly amount of mistletoe themselves and hide it in their backpacks to bring back home. 

when the party winds down, or the conversation ends, and they all go back to the wall, the two of them wrangle missa and phil into a task together. distract the two of them so they aren't paying attention while chay and lullah are SUPPOSEDLY getting ready for bed... but are really running around the house and putting up more mistletoe. everywhere they feasibly can, everywhere they can reach, anywhere they think their parents are gonna walk together and be able to see it. cue very silly montage of them hoisting each other up to reach the ceiling, climbing on top of the storage chests, etc etc. phil and missa are none the wiser. 

the kitchen ends up being the spot, maybe. missa offering to make something, or phil putting on tea, the two of them just staying up a little later after putting the kids to bed. and maybe they're sitting across from each other at their little table and maybe phil looks up and catches the sprig hanging off of the light over them and maybe he buries his face in his hands, "oh my god, those little shits" and maybe missa laughs but its so warm and his hands are gentle, coming up to tug at phils wrists. and he asks, "a kiss, right?" and phil is staring staring staring, lost in it, in the warm points of contact, and he just nods a little. can't make himself speak. and missa leans in and kisses him, soft and sure, and phil doesn't hesitate to pull him in farther, kissing him so soundly.

and if they hear twin little cheers in the next room, well. they can't get in trouble for staying up late, it's christmas. chayanne, exasperated, laying himself face down in the moss because "FINALLY!" and tallulah is giggling and when phil and missa come back in. phil sweeps her into his arms and it only makes her laugh harder.

he can barely even pretend to be angry, he's still smiling so hard his face hurts, but he tries anyway. classic, "YOU! and what did you guys think you were doing, huh? think you're sooo funny?" but they're all laughing, silly, and the four of them end up in the kitchen together staying up late for hot chocolate and cookies, maybe. chayanne at the stove making something sweet, missa helping him. phil is watching with such a lovestruck look and tallulah doesn't even have to try hard to tease him about it, but she's happy seeing her papa happy. having their little family whole, just for a little while. 

basically just some silly fluff for the holidays c: as you can tell i am a sucker for ‘thinks their feelings are unrequited but they’re just oblivious’, it is indeed one of my favorite tropes in the world. qphil and qmissa two sides of the same coin. both of them standing under the mistletoe sweating bullets nervous as fuck. they are Fools and i love them dearly.