#I tried so hard to make it rhyme lol

[petfriendamy]

One Ring to dazzle them all One Ring to wow them One Ring to bring them all And then your beauty show them

Um... About that category...

[harryspet]

Bimbo reader maybe / kinda like hostage situation where she is in a cabin with him and she has Stockholm syndrome 🥹

[warnings] dark!daddy!rafe x bimbo!little!reader, this takes place in a cabin though i realize now i don't even mention it lol, DUBCON, stockholm syndrome, implied kidnapping

18+ MDNI

“Have you been good today, hmm?”

Eagerly, you nodded, gazing up at your captor with hopeful eyes. You had been diligent, completing every task on the list he had assigned and waiting patiently for his return. Today was special, he had promised that, as a reward, he would finally let you out of your room.

“I have been, Daddy, I promise,” You answered obediently. You rose from your desk, crossing your bedroom, and handing him your homework, “Look, I did all my worksheets.”

“I see, get down on your knees baby while Daddy looks these over.”

You smiled weakly, holding onto his legs to steady yourself as you lowered yourself to the ground in front of him. You looked up at his figure, strong and imposing, and instinctively your hands found the button of his jeans. 

You recalled the effort you had put in throughout the day: matching baby animals with their mothers, coloring vibrant butterflies from Africa, tracing the alphabet with charming illustrations, and rhyming words by pairing pictures of objects that sounded alike. Each task was completed with care in sparkling pink ink, while you wore a plaid skirt that barely covered your white underwear.

Rafe was kind to let your mind be occupied while he was away. It kept you mentally stimulated. A little girl like you shouldn’t have to concern herself with adult matters, but there was still so much to learn.

“You did such a good job, baby. Tell Daddy something you learned.”

Unzipping his pants, you freed his cock from his jeans. Wrapping your hands around the thick base of him, Rafe’s lips parted and he gave you a look of wanting, of anticipation, “Uh, uhm, something I learned ….oh!” Something came to your mind just as you brought your lips closer to his tip, “I learned about patterns. Patterns repeat in a certain way. Like red-blue-red-blue, that’s a pattern!”

Strong hands caressed your cheek as beautiful blue eyes stared down at you, “What a smart little bunny. You make Daddy so hard, baby,” He groaned huskily as your mouth filled with spit and you took his tip inside your mouth, “Fuck, that’s a good girl.”

It wasn’t your favorite thing to do with Rafe. Prying your mouth open often made your jaw ache and the taste …you didn’t love the taste. However, Rafe would get mad if you didn’t swallow. . Over time, you had perfected the art of swallowing him and forcing a smile through the discomfort. It wasn’t pleasant, but you had learned that keeping him happy meant he would finish quickly.

“I love that fucking mouth,” Rafe grunted as you swirled your tongue around him. You pumped him with your hands as your mouth focused on his moth sensitive area, “Smart little bunny. So good at sucking my cock.”

Rafe had a habit of talking to himself while you were with him, and you had come to accept it as part of the routine. He preferred to grab your head and push himself deeper when he was close, which was the only way he wanted to finish. That’s when you often found yourself struggling to catch your breath, with tears usually welling up in your eyes as you waited for him to let you breathe again. When he finally did, you felt a wave of relief and focused on maintaining a composed appearance. You tried to stifle your coughs and gave him a look that conveyed your gratitude.

“Good girl,” He’d usually say as he rubbed himself across your lips, tapping himself against your cheeks as he made a mess of you, “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy, for letting me suck your cock.”

“You’re welcome, bunny.”

“Does that mean I-I can leave my room today?”

Rafe nodded his head as he concealed himself again, looking down at you as he zipped his pants, “You’re just so excited, aren’t you?”

You nodded your head quickly, practically bouncing in place, “Yes, yes, I’m super–really excited!”

“You want up?” He held his hands out to you, a comforting gesture. You placed your hands in his and Rafe helped you to your feet before lifting you into his arms. You wrapped your legs around him and he carried you towards the door. 

You were smart to always obey your Daddy.

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hope you enjoyed!

rafe cameron masterlist

[moon-lit-petal]

From Chaos to Comfort Pt1

George Weasley x Fem!Hufflepuff!Reader

Summery: George becomes acutely awear that sometimes, people aren't the biggest fans of his and Freds pranks.

Warning: enemies to lovers(?) George fell hard and fast. I tried to do a slow burn but you can tell I gave up lol. Also, Y/N is a little mean to George Ngl

Word count: 2.5k

Notes: I have almost 12k words written already xD But after my 5k Neville fic, I figured I'd take this one a little slower and give myself time to proofread and make adjustments, for now? Chapter One!!also georges face in this Gif omfg

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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The quiet halls of Hogwarts were where Y/N felt most at ease—especially in the dimly lit corners of the library or the serene grounds at night, where the only sounds were the wind rustling through the trees or the occasional hoot of an owl. As a reserved Hufflepuff, she preferred these moments of tranquility, keeping out of the spotlight and far from the bustling excitement that so often dominated the school.

Unfortunately for her, Fred and George Weasley didn’t share her preference for peace and quiet. In fact, their favorite hobby seemed to be drawing attention to those who tried to hide from it—particularly Y/N.

On this particular evening, Y/N had settled down in the library with a stack of books, hoping to get some quiet reading done before the day ended. The library had a hushed atmosphere, with only the occasional whisper or the soft turning of pages to disturb the stillness.

But that all changed in an instant.

One by one, the books she had carefully chosen began to glow faintly before bursting into song—loud, off-key, and echoing through the entire library. It started with the first book in her stack, a thick volume of Transfiguration spells, which suddenly belted out a shrill tune:

"♬ I’m a magical tome, filled with spells and rhymes, cast a charm on me, and I'll sing for all times! ♬"

The next book joined in, followed by another, until her entire pile of books formed a chorus. Y/N could feel the eyes of everyone in the library turning toward her as the cacophony grew louder and louder. Laughter rippled through the students around her, and even Madam Pince, the strict librarian, seemed too flustered to immediately react.

Y/N's face flushed a deep red as she frantically tried to shut the books, but they wouldn't stop singing no matter how many times she slammed them shut. The laughter and whispers grew louder with each failed attempt. Her humiliation only deepened when she spotted the identical grins of Fred and George Weasley from across the library, clearly enjoying their handiwork.

That was the last straw. Furiously shoving the singing books into her bag, Y/N stormed out of the library, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She could still hear the faint echoes of the enchanted books singing behind her as she hurried through the corridors, ignoring the amused glances and hushed snickers from passing students.

"I swear, I’m never speaking to either of them again," she muttered to herself, her fists clenched in anger. She couldn't even tell Fred and George apart half the time, which only made it worse. It was easier to avoid them both altogether, and that's exactly what she intended to do.

But deep down, a part of her wondered if it would be that simple. After all, it was Fred and George Weasley—masters of mischief. Avoiding them might prove to be an impossible task.

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In the days following the library prank, George couldn’t shake the memory of Y/N’s reaction. While Fred had laughed it off, pleased with how the prank had turned out, George had noticed something different—something that stuck with him more than he expected. He had seen the hurt flash across Y/N’s face, the way her cheeks flushed, not just with anger, but with humiliation.

At first, he tried to brush it off. Pranks were what he and Fred did. They brought laughter, lightened the mood, and sometimes, yes, embarrassed a few people in the process. It was all in good fun, wasn’t it? But George couldn't quite convince himself this time. For some reason, the image of Y/N storming out of the library, her fists clenched in frustration, kept playing in his mind.

Fred, on the other hand, barely gave it another thought, moving on to plotting their next grand joke. George, though, found himself paying more attention to Y/N in the days that followed. It wasn’t something he did consciously at first. He’d catch a glimpse of her in the corridors, her head down, her pace quick, always avoiding eye contact with others. In the Great Hall, she often sat at the very edge of the Hufflepuff table, picking at her food while quietly observing the lively chatter around her, as if she were a part of the scene but always apart from it.

The more George noticed her, the more his curiosity grew. Why did she keep to herself so much? Why did she seem to go out of her way to avoid people—even more so after their prank in the library? And why, of all things, did her quietness intrigue him?

During one particular afternoon in the library, George found himself sitting a few tables away from Y/N. She was engrossed in a thick book, her brows furrowed in concentration. He watched as she absentmindedly twirled a strand of hair around her finger, completely absorbed in whatever she was reading. There was something peaceful about her in those moments—a calmness that contrasted sharply with the chaos of his own life.

Fred, of course, remained blissfully unaware of George's growing fascination. He saw Y/N as just another target for their pranks, and to him, the twins’ antics were a way of livening up the mundane routines of school life. But George found himself torn. The more he observed Y/N, the more he realized that there was something about her that went beyond the surface—something he admired. She didn’t seek attention, didn’t thrive in the spotlight like so many others did. She seemed content in her own little world, even if that world often seemed lonely.

But Y/N, still furious about the library prank, had no interest in any of the Weasleys—least of all George, who she still couldn’t distinguish from Fred. As far as she was concerned, the twins were a package deal of trouble and mischief, and the less time she spent around them, the better. Whenever she caught sight of George, she would quickly turn the other way or disappear down a different corridor, determined to avoid them both at all costs.

George, however, wasn’t ready to give up just yet. The more Y/N distanced herself from him, the more he found himself wanting to understand her, to know what lay beneath that quiet exterior. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was curiosity, or maybe—just maybe—it was something more.

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The days at Hogwarts had grown increasingly tense for Y/N. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed impossible to escape the pranks that followed her like a shadow—pranks she was certain came from both Weasley twins. Whether it was her quill turning into a puff of glitter mid-essay or her robes suddenly sprouting a cascade of flowers, Y/N felt like a constant target. Every laugh that echoed in the hallways after a prank only deepened her frustration.

And George, always nearby—watching her, noticing her—was no exception in her mind. She never saw him without assuming he was plotting alongside Fred. Every time he appeared, she would tense up, bracing for whatever prank they’d cooked up next. To Y/N, they were the same—partners in crime who found amusement in humiliating others, especially her.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, George had slowly started pulling away from the pranks, his growing guilt making it harder to join in on Fred’s antics. He had tried to distance himself, letting Fred take the lead while he hung back, watching Y/N more than participating in the mischief. But to Y/N, it didn’t matter. She saw him as guilty by association, and every time she spotted him, her resentment flared.

The tension between them simmered under the surface, waiting to boil over. That moment came one afternoon when Y/N, in a hurry to get to her next class, rounded a corner and collided with someone—George.

The impact was sudden, and Y/N’s heart leapt into her throat. Her body tensed, and she flinched instinctively, taking a step back as if expecting an explosion of fireworks or an instant prank to follow. Her breath caught in her chest as she braced for whatever humiliation would come next.

But nothing happened.

George, equally surprised by the sudden collision, raised his hands in apology. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see—”

Before he could finish, he saw it—the way Y/N had recoiled at his touch, the way her eyes flickered with distrust, her whole body stiffening as if she were preparing for yet another prank. His stomach dropped at the realization.

“Y/N, I—” George began, but the words faltered. He could see the wariness in her expression, the way she avoided his gaze, the way her shoulders remained rigid, ready for disappointment. His chest tightened with a pang of guilt. She saw him as no different from Fred, no different from the pranks that had made her the center of unwanted attention.

Y/N didn’t give him a chance to explain. Without a word, she brushed past him, her shoulder grazing his as she hurried away, her head down.

George stood there for a moment, frozen in place, watching her retreating figure disappear down the corridor. Her reaction stung more than he’d expected. He hadn’t meant to scare her, hadn’t meant to make her feel like this. But how could he undo all the pranks that had come before, all the times she had flinched at the mere sight of him?

Fred’s voice echoed in his mind—“Come on, George, it’s all in good fun!”—but it no longer felt like fun to George. Not when he saw how deeply it had affected her. He clenched his fists, determined to show Y/N that he was different, that he wasn’t what she thought he was.

But for now, the tension between them lingered, thick and unspoken, a rift caused by misunderstandings and misidentification—one that George desperately wanted to bridge, even if Y/N wasn’t ready to see the difference yet.

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It was another dreary Monday morning in Potions, and the last thing Y/N wanted was to be paired with any of the Weasley twins. But, as fate would have it, Professor Snape announced the pairings, and her heart sank when she heard George’s name called alongside hers.

Y/N shot a glance at George, her lips pressed into a thin line. He walked over to her, offering a tentative smile. "Guess we're partners, huh?"

Y/N barely looked at him, focusing on gathering the ingredients from the shelf. "Looks that way."

George rubbed the back of his neck, sensing her reluctance. "Listen, I know you probably think I’m going to mess this up somehow, but I promise I’ll be serious about this. No pranks."

She finally turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be reassuring?”

George chuckled, trying to ease the tension. “Well, considering my track record, yes. I really do want to help.”

Y/N sighed and handed him a few ingredients. “Just don’t blow anything up, and we’ll be fine.”

As they started brewing, the conversation remained minimal, but George kept trying to break the silence.

“You know,” he said, stirring the cauldron, “I’m actually pretty good at Potions. Don’t tell Fred, though. He’ll never let me live it down.”

Y/N gave him a sidelong glance, clearly skeptical. “Right.”

“Seriously,” George said, trying to sound casual. “You’d be surprised.”

Y/N couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at her lips, though she quickly hid it. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

As the potion bubbled away, George continued to sneak glances at her, noticing the small expressions she tried to hide. There was more to her than her quiet demeanor, and it only fueled his curiosity.

“I’m not as bad as you think,” he said after a while, his tone more sincere this time.

Y/N didn’t respond immediately, focusing on measuring the next ingredient. “You still think this is all a game, don’t you? Even now.”

George’s smile faded, and for a moment, he looked unsure. “No,” he said quietly. “I really don’t.”

Y/N paused at his words, glancing at him again, this time with a hint of surprise. But before she could say anything more, the potion bubbled over, and they both scrambled to fix it, their brief moment of connection slipping away in the chaos.

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Later that week, Y/N was sitting in the library, trying to concentrate on her studies. The library was her refuge, a place where she could escape the noise and chaos of the school—and, more importantly, avoid the Weasley twins.

But just as she was getting lost in the words on the page, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Mind if I sit here?”

She looked up, annoyed to see George standing there with an uncertain smile. “The library’s big enough,” she replied coolly. “I’m sure you can find another seat.”

George hesitated, but instead of leaving, he sat down across from her. “I wasn’t sure if you’d talk to me after Potions.”

Y/N scowled, clearly frustrated. “Did it ever occur to you that I don’t want to talk to you?”

“I figured as much,” George admitted, leaning back in his chair. “But I also figured it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

She huffed, focusing on her book again, though she wasn’t really reading. George’s presence was too distracting. He wasn’t like Fred. There was something quieter about him, something that made her defenses waver ever so slightly, though she hated admitting it.

After a few moments of silence, George spoke again. “I’m sorry for everything. I know Fred and I have caused a lot of trouble for you, and...well, you’re probably sick of hearing it, but I really didn’t mean to make things so awful.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered up to him, and she could tell from his expression that he was being sincere. But she wasn’t ready to forgive so easily.

“You think an apology will fix everything?” she asked, her voice sharp. “You and Fred don’t get it. You don’t care how it affects people, do you?”

George frowned, sitting up straighter. “That’s not true. I do care. Fred… well, he doesn’t think before he acts, but I see what it does to you. And I don’t like it.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, skeptical but slightly softened by his words. “Then why haven’t you done anything to stop him?”

George hesitated, looking away for a moment. “I guess I didn’t realize how bad it was for you until recently. But I’m trying now. I’m not like that, I dont mean to be. I want to be better.”

Y/N’s expression softened, if only slightly, as she studied him. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, but she wasn’t ready to let her guard down yet.

“Then prove it,” she said, her voice quieter now. “Stop making excuses and prove you’re different.”

George met her gaze, determination flickering in his eyes. “I will.”

They sat there in silence for a few more moments, the tension between them palpable. Y/N finally returned to her book, and George didn’t push the conversation any further. But something had shifted between them—a tiny crack in the wall Y/N had built around herself, and George had noticed it too.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

[homeslices]

Atta Girl

A/N: Do I keep dropping off the face of the earth and reappearing with smut fics? Lol yeah. Also this feels a little rushed to me so I’m sorry 😭 I tried but still, lemme know what y’all think.

Summary: Just a little drabble of eating Ellie out 🤭

Pairings: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 958

Warnings: Smut

“Fuck baby, that’s it.”

Ellie’s voice cuts through your sex-induced mind which was clouded with lust and you weren’t even the one getter eaten out.

Your face was covered in spit and Ellie’s slick and your doe eyes stared up at her as you let out whimpers into her wet cunt.

Ellie’s hand had a firm grip on the top of your head, using it to yank you where she wanted. A particularly hard pull had you whining so loud, Ellie could hear you from where she was sitting and over the sounds of her sopping heat.

Hearing your girlfriend’s heavy panting and moans of pleasure, the throb in your core was almost unbearable. You knew that you soaked. So much in fact that you were positive you could feel it through the tiny shorts you were wearing.

Not being able to ignore your needs any longer, you use your free hand, the one not holding on to Ellie’s thigh, and slip it into both your shorts and panties.

Vigorously, you start rubbing at your poor neglected clit as you were eating Ellie’s cunt even sloppier than before. Your little whines and whimpers have turned into full blow moans, which of course drew the auburn haired girl’s attention to what you were doing.

Tugging you to look up at her, while still having you close enough where you could continue to pleasure her, she lets out a tsk.

“What do you think you’re doing baby?”

Only pulling your mouth for a moment you answer her, like the good girl you are.

“Can’t- can’t wait any longer Els,” it’s a whine and as soon as you finish your lips are around her clit sucking, and your hand in your panties moves even faster.

“Fuck babe,” Ellie stutters out. Turns out being in charge and getting eaten out to the brink of an orgasm is kind of hard. “So selfish, can’t even wait for me to cum.”

“M’sorry,” you slur out, not even removing your mouth from her, too pussy drunk to give her your full attention.

That coil in your stomach was starting to build up and you couldn’t possibly stop your hand movement now.

However, with another yank, Ellie's voice cuts through your mind once again.

“Can’t cum before me babes, you wanna be my good girl don’t you?”

You nod and let out a little whimper at the pet name she only calls you in the bedroom, or anywhere you fuck. So with reluctance, you remove your hand from your shorts.

Putting your full attention on her cunt, you eagerly start, what seems like, making out with it. There was no pattern of your movement, no rhyme or reason for it, it was messy and clouded your brain in the best way possible. Spit and Ellie’s slick was running down your face at this point making a mess all over your naked chest, which was rising and falling sporadically.

And, once you add two of your fingers, the ones that were previously being used to rub yourself, you knew it was almost a matter of time before she fell apart.

Her moans were louder and more often, her thighs were trembling, the grip on your hair was strengthening, and the most telling sign was her cunt tightening around your fingers as you made them go in and out at a rapid speed.

Curving them upward just slightly, you find that spongy spot inside her that always had her finishing within moments.

“Shit I’m cumming,” Ellie groans out.

Her cunt clenches hard around your fingers and her entire body tenses with her release. You lustfully stare at Ellie from between her legs as her eyes roll to the back of her head and she mumbles your name over and over again. You rode her through her orgasm, making her get the maximum amount of satisfaction.

You forget all about your own needs at that moment. How could you even think about that when your god-like girlfriend was saying your name repeatedly as she came?

But when Ellie finally came down from her high out of breath and looked directly at you, pupils still blown wide, you couldn’t stop the whine that came out of your mouth. That throb in your cunt felt 100x more powerful, and worse.

Smoothing out your hair that she had a firm grip on the entire time soothingly, your girlfriend finally speaks.

“Go ahead baby, make yourself cum.”

Finally, with her permission, you bring your hand, the one still covered in Ellie’s essence and cum, into your shorts and panties once again.

You found your clit easily, and began to massage it hurriedly. You rest your head on the auburn haired girl’s thigh as you let out little huffs of air. Your eyebrows furrow as your pace quickens even more.

Finally, after what felt like ages, the coil that had been tightening in your stomach finally snapped. You let out a squeal as your cunt gushes and your vision turns white.

You feel like you’re on fucking cloud nine. All your senses turn fuzzy and the only thing that you could identify is the immense amount of bliss that takes over your entire body.

As you slowly began coming down from the euphoric feeling, you started to gain some of your awareness back. The first thing you noticed was Ellie soothingly stroking your hair. Your eyes flutter as they begin to refocus and you’re greeted with the sight of Ellie looking at you with love, lust, and proudness. She seemed to be talking, but you were still out of it and couldn’t fully comprehend what she was saying until a few moments later.

“There you go,” you’re finally able to make out. “Atta girl.”

[kuoukyeee]

Imai Cosmo sfw alphabet

Gender neautral

Suggestive

Mentions boo(👻)bs

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's very affectionate. He tries to hold back on affection in public, but he cant help himself! Especially when you're cooing and smiling at him so sweetly.

He deffo holds your hand in public and drags you if he finds something he wants to check out.

If you guys haven't seen eachother for a long time, he likes to run up to you and jump into your arms or on your back, he won't give much of a warning except a shout of your name, but you better catch this boy or you both are going down.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would be the friend that always brings a smile to your face. His positivity and youthful mannerisms make him so charming and pleasant to be around.

He would always be down to gossip and listen to your worries, however most of the time he doesn't give good advice as he probably doesn't have experience or knowledge on the topic.

You guys probably met through Nishihonji.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

YES SQUEEZE THIS BOY UNTILL HE TURNS TO MUSH, HE LOVES IT.

He would wrap his lean, nimble limbs around you, almost like a snake, you would have a hard time escaping no matter your strenght.

He likes to rub his head against your chin/neck area, trying to get as close to you as possible and kneading your body, almost like a cat making bread.

He also likes to shove his face into your chest/boobs and nuzzle into them. He finds this so comforting.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I cant necessarily see him seeking out a partner, but if he meets someone when he's older, he would definitely try to win them over. He thinks getting old with someone is super sweet and something he would like for himself.

He's average at cooking and cleaning. But I can see him being a bit passionate about/better at baking, because he looks like he'd enjoy some sweet treats.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

You guys would have a conversation, where both of you realise you're not compatible and that splitting is the best way to not hurt eachother.

I can see both of you crying together, before going your separate ways, and grieving separately afterwards.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He wouldn't mind it! Not now though, when hes more older.

I think he would hesitate a bit, especially if he proposes when he's younger, not because he's insecure, but just because he knows that getting married is a big decision which comes with lots of responsibility, so choosing the right one is quite a big deal for him.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Sometimes he can get too playful and may accidentally use too much force, but he realises quickly and fixes his mistake.

He's very clever emotionally since he always hangs out with older dudes because of the kengan matches. This makes it so he has to act in a way so he can blend in with them, which makes him more aware of social cues. He can adapt to you because of this.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

I see him having a body temperature which runs on the warmer side, maybe because of his cheery personality.

If you neck hug him he goes bonkers because of your honkers (that rhymes lol) touching him. No but fr he feels super manly.

You guys have an unconscious schedule everyday. You hug when waking up, hug before one of you leaves, hug before bedtime etc.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You guys would be doing something together that makes both of you happy. He would notice just how much you are enjoying yourself which would make his heart melt. He would then grab you and drop the L bomb, followed by a kiss.

How fast he says it depends on you, if you are more playful like him he would say it within a few months of dating, if not he would hold himself back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He would get very jelly. He's young, and like many young people he's a bit insecure. He would stand closer to you, puffing up his chest in order to seem more scary and manly.

But to no avail, most of the time the other person ignores him. This makes him super frustrated, which makes him more clingy than usual (Adam definitely teases him about this).

But he calms down when you pull him close and smother him with affection.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He has soft plump lips which fill you with warmth and playfulness every time you kiss him.

He likes to kiss you on your lips, cheeks (the ones on your face lol💀💀) and your hands because it makes him feel like a prince.

He likes to be kissed on his head (even though he denies it), on his neck/jaw area and on his tummy and chest if you guys grapple/spar together and you manage to pin him down.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He is quite young himself, so he'd be more happy to entertain/play with them as he has more energy.

The kids like him alot as he picks them up or pins them down and tickles them. He's also not very intimidating, so if they have a problem they would be inclined to go to him compared to other fighters.

Hed get nervous if a child starts crying while with him, but he would calm them down by playing with them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

You guys wake up tangled together and with most of your guys' pillows and blankets on the ground.

He cuddles you and refuses to let you go, especially if he wakes up groggy. After you manage to get him out of bed, he likes to take a quick shower (he doesnt mind if you hop in 😏) before eating and going to train.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I can see you guys going to the disco/bar/pub or any sort of party. If you want something more calm he wouldn't mind watching some netflix (and chilling) with you.

O = Open  (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say  everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I mean, he doesn't have any top secret info or anything, so you just got to bring it up.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He doesn't seem like the guy who'd argue about everything and anything.

Hed get more annoyed or bored.

Q = Quizzes  (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little  detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers quite a lot since he's young, but as he's young he probably doesn't put everything to heart so he forgets little details here and there.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably when you guys got together or if you had a trip etc.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's moderately protective, he knows that people can be dangerous however he doesn't like to focus on the negative stuff.

In case protection is needed (lol) he'd try to shield you from the attackers, hes able to fend of a few. But if there's many of them he'd try to put up a fight, however you would encourage him to flee with you.

Honestly I cant see him letting you protect him, fighting by his side? Sure, but full on fighting for him.... i don't think so.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He's young, so he'd like to impress you as much as possible, so you see that he's cool like the 'older guys'.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can be impatient and annoying, especially if you're a more serious kind of person.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Quite a bit, like almost every young person. He keeps himself as clean and fresh as possible for you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Not really, he's young and will have time to get over break ups and improve himself. Although he would get a bit depressed without you, because nobody gets him like you do!

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

His family love you and think you guys are so cute.

He has a good sense of fashion.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who doesn't know how to have fun and who doesn't want to go out and enjoy themselves. He needs someone who can go with him on interesting adventures.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Flails around in his sleep if not holding you. However, if he has a grip on you he's not letting you go, this is probably a habit from all the grappling he does.

He snores sometimes but its barely audible, or very rarely he grunts out a phrase (usually gibberish😭).

He sleeps on one side so he can look at you, its so cute. His disheveled hair sprays out on the pillow, and his little face is pressed up on it, smooshing his cheek, making him look like a little angel🥺🥺🥺. You can help but give him a big fat smooch every time you see him sleeping.

[pomegranate-pen]

rocky headcanons. love the little homeless less than sane kitty.

A/n: ask and you shall receive! since last night, I've gotten a tsunami of lackadaisy requests- thank you all so much!! as of now requests are still open for lackadaisy, since I've been waiting for some time to make some x reader for it lol. since many people wanting some general dating headcanons for Rocky, here's a gender neutral one for all of you!:D also, to the dear anon that asked for Freckle headcanons as well in the images, I'll do that request as well!! I'm glad that Rocky is getting so much love, he's such a silly guy whose trying his best in everything.

Rocky Rickaby x gn! reader general dating headcanons!

How you possibly met Rocky would differ into two scenarios and have different results. If met him in the little daisy café, the first thing you’ll see is the small bit of elegance he shows to others and his clumsiness and silliness as he rhymes poems while putting syrup in his tea. However, if met during his actual job, which is a bootlegger for the lackadaisy speakeasy, you’d be met with someone who shows an abundant amount of elegance the first moment you see him, yet gradually as time passes he shows more of his thrill for chaos and determination to cause the most insane things to happen. A normal fight with guns becomes one involving chainsaws and trucks all of a sudden, and you’d be left with multiple questions and concerns about how exactly did you all survive such a thing.

If asked Rocky, he’d only shrug and speak about it being a daily thing, mostly happening every three nights, and you’re left with just more concern for his safety throughout it. Though, Rocky reassures that he’s got it handled.

“Rocky, you were stabbed.”

“I know right?! Who brings a knife to a gunfight?!”

“didn’t you bring a chainsaw?-“

In Rocky’s case, the one who first realizes they’re in love depends on you, this time. Because Rocky realizing it would take a few weeks, but it won’t take too long for him to notice his emotions for you aren't much platonic anymore. So if after his realization, you do like him back and try to flirt with him, he will comply and verse poems of love. If not, and you’re still unsure of your feelings for him, he’d lightheartedly flirt with you, but tries to not come off too hard that it’d overwhelm you.

First one to confess though? Most certainly Rocky. Although he can hide his negative feelings such as the thoughts about his past and some outcomes of his actions quite easily, he cannot for the life of him hide positive ones. So if he likes you, it's abundantly clear. The way he’d confess, would probably try to be with a romantic dinner date and poem, but if unlucky enough, you’d find him confessing to you while you’re both being chased down by some people who are very well-armed with guns.

If said yes, he’d be beaming. A surge of motivation causes him to grin maniacally and grab a spare gun in the back of the car, full-on throwing bottles lit up and filled with gasoline with no real aim on who whatsoever as you try to drive away. His signature laugh is booming through the streets, and he is singing some verses about finding love and whatnot.

Being in love with the cat of chaos himself, Rocky Rickaby has its perks and downsides for sure. One perk, would be how caring he is towards his partner. Having someone who is even remotely interested in him is rare, and whenever he meets someone who cares even that much, he tends to stick to them since he knows they’re the only one. So having someone interested in him in a romantic light is like he’s won the lottery, and he’s gotten the prize that he can’t afford to lose. It's nice, how caring he can be and how he’s always there when you need him, but the downside of said perk is how determined he can get at times. He will not stop until a need of yours is met or a task you mentioned not wanting to do is perfectly finished, which..with his sort of rollercoaster of luck, it leads to unwanted results and a heavy amount of mess to clean up.

He’s a romantic at heart, but his clumsy nature at times leaves him to do romantic things very poorly. For example, a love letter he makes is filled with different doodles and messy handwriting, a few hearts made from cardboard of a cookie box messily glued to the paper, and the paper itself, is quite wrinkled when given. Yet, if you thank him and tell him how much you loved the letter, he’d be smiling more than before the entire day.

Yet, there are times when the romantic action is done brilliantly well, whether it's because of his luck or just sheer focus on the subject in the situation, you do find yourself extremely flustered and touched by the things he does, and he cherishes those moment lots.

PDA is his thing and no you cannot escape it. if shown a very strong disinterest in it, sure, he’ll back off for a bit, but if not, then expect many many affectionate touches, such as hand-holding, kissing your cheek or forehead, and cuddling. He does all of those but kissing you on the lips. since he sees those moments as of much importance and believes that they should be done at only the best of times to make them even more special.

This is most likely common knowledge, but Rocky would most definitely and absolutely write poems about you. usually even, the love letters are littered in poems. whether they’re good or not depends on your taste, which he will try to accommodate to by hearing who your favorite writer or poet is.

He also definitely plays violin for you when you’re occupied with a task. He’ll say he’s your personal musician, and will do anything to satisfy the customer with his tunes, even if trying to cover a favorite song of yours perfectly in one go leads to a few strings getting loose.

If it's not obvious enough, his love language is physical affection, and gift-giving. The love language he likes to receive most, however, is words of affirmation and also physical affection. Praises and compliments mean the world to him, he plays every praise you say in his head like a mantra, and it gives him determination for the day to finish up all his tasks and see you again.

No one believes Rocky when he mentions that he has a lover, and so, when they do meet you, best to say drinks were spilled and gasps were exchanged. Some tell you to blink twice for help, while others wonder if you were as mad as he was, since you’re dating him of all people. Though, in the end, they take a liking to you, since they believe that you keep Rocky in check when it’s needed, and decrease the number of problems that he causes.

Indulge in his hobbies for even one second and expect an over-eager to share Rocky info-dumping everything he knows. If you indulge enough, you’ll even get some bits and parts about his childhood, which speaking of, he never says a word of. Usually when asked, he’ll brush it off and summarize it as him taking odd jobs since he was a child, but delving deeper into such territories will only happen if you were in a relationship with him for much more than a year, and even till that time, it will take a lot of hesitancy and excuses for him to start explaining.

He’s smitten with you, there’s no doubt about it and if you ever get into any trouble, whether you’re independent or not, he'll think that you're in desperate need of help, and will do anything he can to assist you with it. whether you actually want it or not.

In summary, a love life with him consists of many adventures and chaos, but the amount of attention and love he gives to it makes it all worth it at times. He feels lucky that someone considers him fit to be their boyfriend, and will do anything he can to keep you.

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

the avengers meeting your boyfriend [teenage avenger headcanons!]

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1.2k

request: yes / no

original request: can you do one where the reader gets a boyfriend and everybody is getting overprotective and when they see their door closed they all bust in while we are watching a movie bc they thought the reader & bf were making out so they give them “the talk”😭😭

dynamic: avengers x teen!reader (teenage avenger series)

characters: so many oml but some include tony stark, bruce banner, natasha romanoff, clint barton, thor, steve rogers, scott lang, bucky barnes, wanda maximoff, sam wilson, there's probably more but that's all i'll put for now lol

a/n: y'all know i had to use this picture LMAO anyways ty for the request!!! two in one day #slay (that rhymes) requests are still open, send in an ask whenever :)

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ok first i’m gonna name ur bf so it doesn’t get confusing

HAHA

let’s call him

jack

guys i’m so unoriginal pls ignore :’)

anyways so you had been dating jack for a while

he had asked you to go to midtown’s winter formal together :) 

and ofc u didn’t tell any of the avengers bc u KNEW they wouldn’t react well

but of COURSE mr. peter parker was so excited that he had to open his big mouth

miles kicked him under the table but it was too late

“who asked you to the formal y/n?” natasha asked, a small smile on her face

you could FEEL yourself blushing

all you wanted to do was like sink into the floor

which is actually physically possible (though it’s an anomaly)

bruce told you that :D 

anyways you just shook your head 

so then HARLEY decided to go “jack lastname”

IM REALLY BAD AT NAMES IM SORRY

and you were ready to die

right then and there

if the grim reaper decided it was your time you would be fine with it

so tony goes “jack lastname… huh.”

“tony, please don’t – “ you tried, but he was already there.

“jarvis, can you run a background check on that kid.”

you were so embarrassed.

miles, sweet sweet miles tried to change the subject

“so um… steve. how was… your day.”

but then there was sam wilson butting in

“when is winter formal anyway? you know we gotta know so we can take pictures.”

and that made you, harley, peter, and miles groan

tony was still looking at some tablet or whatever.

“stark!” came thor’s booming voice. “i thought you said no electronic devices were permitted at the dinner table! if they were, i would be much happier!!”

“yeah yeah. well they’re not. i’m busy.” tony replied, dismissing the god with a wave of his hand.

and happy, who was right next to tony, kept leaning over and shaking his head or nodding.

SO EMBARRASSING

anyways once you got done with dinner you went to put the dishes in the dishwasher robot

idk why i said it like that but it’s basically this cool thing where you put the dishes in the sink and this robot will wash them & put them away

very nice bc doing the dishwasher is so much work sometimes.

but then wanda, nat and carol came in

and you KNEW they were gonna try to get you to talk

“i’ll tell you guys later.” you spoke, trying to end the embarrassment. 

“come on y/n! we want to see him at least.” carol said, tilting her head and raising a brow.

“ok fine.” you said, and pulled up a picture of jack. you showed it to them for like one second and then put your phone back in your pocket.

“hey wait! no fair! i wanna see! yeah.” came the voices of sam, clint, scott, and bucky as they tried to fight their way into the kitchen.

“that’s a hard no. maybe i’ll bring him here after the dance. harley peter miles and i were already going to stay over. then he could walk by you guys for TWO SECONDS and then do something with me.”

“alright.” said sam, crossing his arms and nodding.

“seems fair!” said bruce.

“perfect.” you replied, leaving the room to leave them all to inevitably gossip.

SKIP AHEAD

ok so it’s winter formal

and you strategically told jack to meet you there so that the avengers couldn’t bombard him during picture taking time.

so y’all had a super fun time

& u slow danced with each other 🤭🤭

it was super fun

but you were kind of dreading going back to the tower

you had told jack about being an avenger a few weeks ago

and he was super excited to meet them all

jack is like super sweet & really awesome

so it put you at ease a little bit.

so you went back to the tower with him

peter harley and miles had gone to get ice cream and were coming back later

so you did the retinal and fingerprint scan that would let you into the elevator

and you went up to the main floor (so you could get to your room)

but ofc they were all there

and so you took jack’s hand and brought him over to where they all were

he was lowkey freaking out

and bro

bucky and sam and clint and scott looked so unamused

tony and happy too

SO YOU JUST TRIED TO KEEP IT CIVIL

but they all were acting so clipped and like not charismatic 

idk

but wanda, steve and bruce were rly nice so that put jack at ease a little bit

anyways so then you took jack to your room

you guys had been planning to watch a movie together

he was kind of nervous because he didn’t think the avengers liked him

but you assured him they did

(at least you hoped)

anyways you turned on the movie & watched it

and it was soo funny so y’all were laughing a lot

BUT THEN THE DOOR SUDDENLY OPENED

and it was so loud you got freaked out fr

but then you saw it was tony, bucky, sam and steve.

“y/n. could you go out in the hall for a minute.” steve said.

“this is my room!!” you tried, but tony just pointed out to the hall. 

“i’m sorry jack.” you said to your boyfriend

jack was literally about to cry omg

poor thing

“don’t be mean.” you said as you left, taking extra care to give them all a withering stare

natasha and bucky had taught you that skill well bc you saw sam shiver HAHA

so you went to the hall and clint, scott, and natasha were standing there.

“what are they DOING??” you hissed at them.

“they’re just worried for you y/n. they wanted to talk to the kid.” natasha assured you, patting your shoulder.

“yeah, nothin’ to worry about!!” scott added, a big grin on his face

“well i really don’t trust that coming from you.” you replied

“well tony thought you guys were kissing in there!” clint laughed.

although it turned into an “ow” when natasha elbowed him

“he WHAT?!” you replied

“yeah, that’s why he came up here. he said he wanted the most intimidating ones to go make that kid afraid or something.” scott added. “not sure why he didn’t ask me…”

you gave scott a nod but then made your way back into your room, crossing your arms and raising a brow as tony, bucky, sam and steve turned towards you.

“hey y/n.” sam said, raising a hand to wave.

“are you guys done now? i’d like to finish the movie.” you said, trying to be stern.

“i think we are. right jack?” steve said, standing up and gesturing towards your boyfriend.

“yes sir! i mean steve. i mean mr. rogers?” he said, clearly scared out of his mind.

“yeah yeah. alright. get out please!!” you said, guiding them out of your room.

bucky was the last to leave, but despite you pushing him, he turned back to face your boyfriend.

“hey, you. hurt them in any way and i’ll find you.” he said, accompanied by his signature deathstare.

then he gave a little salute to you. 

“night kid. don’t stay up too late.”

and then he was gone.

“did he really mean that??” jack said, eyes wide.

“yeah, he did.” you said, sitting beside him and holding his hand. “isn’t that sweet?”

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[cowbok]

I have 2 main AU's for COTL

First one is "Between Life and Death" that's less cannon compliant to the game as it focused mostly on Narilamb

Where Lamb was once the god of Life and the sixth god to survive the purge, being part of the Old Faith for a while but not quite fitting in with the rest of the bishops.

Everything turned out south after Narinder and them fell in love, as the very action of two gods falling in love was forbidden, even more so gods of completly different realms like them. Shamura holded this value.

Specially after Narinder crafted ressurection as a gift for the Lamb.

Thousands of years after Narinders imprisionment and Lamb's persecution. They don't remenber who they were anymore, reincarted in a mortal's body. When they first saw Narinder they couldn't remember a thing or why the cat was acting so sad with them.

They still help Narinder and in the process, maybe some of their memory will come back. Or maybe not.

Second AU is "Kindness Doctrine" where is basically the lamb taking the most humane, kind and good-hearted rute in the game (This is more Cannon compliant to COTL)

Even allowing the bishops a form of mercy by letting them confess regrets and make peace with their deads.

The lamb tries so hard to choose kindness in a world that makes them want to choose Corruption every single day.

All in the name of the one and only thing they remember about their kin, the sheep-folk. The only lesson that stayed with them after so long, even after they forgot their family's faces.

"Don't you know why gods crave our blood the most? Its because ours is the most kind, pure blood to ever touch this lands.

Why does a sheep overgrow their wool? Just to share with others that are cold.

Little lamb, may the wolf hidding inside that fleece, be as kind hearted as the lamb wears it"

A song. A rhyme. The only thing they have left after the genocide of the lambs.

Even when everything tells them to go the villain route, they decide not to. They decide to care and nourish this cult instead, and show them love.

"And so, when i ascend into godhood, you and your brothers will be ridiculized! I'll show them that you can ascend without the need to spill innocent blood" -Lamb

(This AU also has Narilamb because i love Narilamb, don't bother me lol)

[cosmiclion]

Not even two weeks in and I already turned them into furries. And no, I'm not the tiniest bit sorry for putting this on y'all's dash ✌️

A few notes:

-Tbh I didn't put that much thought into choosing the animals, I just did some research on the species from the character's countries (minus for Yurio lmao) and chose the ones that felt more like them to me, if that makes sense. -Yuuri was a Japanese river otter up until the very last minute but then I saw the tanuki and couldn't resist its cute lil face, plus I like how the species name rhymes with his last name. -At first I tried to give them hair like their human counterparts, but no matter how I drew it it just looked weird, I don't know how other furry artists do it 😭 So instead I opted for trying to capture their overall vibe, it was a bit hard bc for example I know a key element of Victor and Yurio's designs is the bangs that cover one of their eyes but I hope I more or less nailed it lol. -I don't care if Yurio would be an adult by now and isn't even that much younger than me, he's still my little meow meow 💛

[prettyoddfever]

One of my favorite parts of following the Fever-era band was watching where they got inspiration, and how they’d build on an idea to make it their own. 

Motley Crue did their Carnival of Sins tour shortly before Panic started touring. And P!ATD didn’t even pretend like that didn’t influence them when it came time to plan their national headlining tours. Some reviews for P!ATD’s summer tour (which was the Moulin-Rouge-inspired one) had said that the band pulled off what Motley Crue had been trying to do... and that was before the Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour even existed. 

It became a well-known fact that the band had tried to borrow Motley Crue’s circus tent, so the Panic guys had to answer quite a few questions about that (here’s a random example from early October once the band already had their NRWC plans).

The pictures at the top of this post are from Panic’s Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour, which felt like the finale of the Fever era. And then the screenshots below are from Motley Crue’s Carnival of Sins tour:

They had acrobats, fire breathers, and other circus-type stuff:

Here’s Tommy Lee’s makeup:

In hindsight, it’s pretty funny to look at all of the things that P!ATD talked about wanting to do (that they weren’t allowed to do)... but Motley Crue had been able to do those things. Brendon and Spencer especially talked about wanting to get fire breathers, trapeze performers, and ANY type of pyrotechnics, get Brendon shot out of a cannon, etc. 

It’s hard to tell in this screenshot, but Tommy Lee is flying across the stage on wires (he’s above the “T” in the name):

he landed on a platform and started playing while a pyrotechnic mess happened:

Spencer & Brendon would have loved to have this amount of fire...

and after grabbing those screenshots, I think I can spot some moments that answer why some people were claiming in late 2006 that their sister/friend/whatever went to P!ATD’s tour and saw the female performers doing some very specific sexual stuff... and the rest of us were like wtf show did they go to because that’s not what everyone else in the arena talked about seeing. So maybe those people legit thought that the two tours were the same thing. I also think that some journalists subconsciously lumped both tours together because they’d write about Panic having trapeze artists, fire-breathers, “dwarves,” and/or other things that were actually from Motley Crue’s tour. 

I could ramble for a long time about how the two tours were very different, but I suppose that’s not the point of this post. Basically, the Panic guys were open about being inspired by some aspects of Motley Crue’s stage show. 

The video was released during the season when Panic was planning their first national headlining tour. Here’s an ad from spring 2006:

update: sometimes I switch tracks in the middle of writing a thought and then go back and rearrange stuff because I have learned to roll with my ADHD buuuuut I totally failed in this post. So sorry. I just re-read this and the second paragraph was a hot mess that made it sound like the summer tour was in arenas (I could spot like 3 different approaches I had been trying to start with lol). I fixed it now! 

[watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees]

Temporary Fix

IM BACK

I’m making them apologise… well i tried, see for yourself. this is how long my promise to myself lasted not to use any actual 1D song titles *i have alternate titles for all 5 albums figured out, and some for the most famous songs, but i'm weak and temporary fix fits perfectly here, it’s not an actual song of 2ws though, just a chapter title, so i'm not actually going against my own ideals,, technically* 

special thanks to @ziptiesnfries for the chapter idea (and the general idea as well, as always lol)

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Taglist: @ziptiesnfries @fleur-a-whump @lumpofsand @risk606 @lordcatwich

TW: dehumanisation, bruises and scars mention, implied abuse, pet whump (lmk if I forgot something?)

Things have mostly settled back into rhythm. Tension rose every time he encountered the singer or the guitarist in the kitchen or the living room, but the house was big enough for Oliver to keep his distance. Even James steered clear of the other two as much as it was possible. When they reluctantly sat down to rehearse he kept to himself, his usual witty remarks and contagious laughter afterwards drained all the life out of their songs. 

Oliver found it increasingly noticeable as he listened from behind the closed door, the lyrics were meaningless, a mishmash of romantic cliches and syrupy phrases dropped into their laps straight from the soulless assembly line of the writer’s room of their management. 

The boys were undeniably talented musicians, and Oliver believed with all of his soul that if they were given the time and freedom to do so, their own music would still hit the top of every chart. 

He wondered what they would write about if they had the chance. He felt safe to assume they would not feel the need to end at least one line in every song in “girl.” The thought made him smile.

A few moments of silence followed the second to last song on their set list before a new catchy melody filled up the house from the living room, which temporarily served as a makeshift rehearsal room. There were only a couple of weeks left until the tour began.

If the song’s title was “Nobody in particular,” it would have made absolutely no difference to a single line in it. Oliver tried to imagine the mere impression of a person, they cooked up in the writer’s room. The small of your back is soft to place my hands on, the lines of your smile light up the sky, waking up in the old t-shirt I lent you, oh. He looked over at James’ unmade bed, with a stuffed animal that once resembled a bear sticking out from under his pillow. It was covered in one of the drummer’s shirts. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, as the boys got to the chorus of the song again. If it weren’t for the quickly fading scar on his right cheek and the colourful bruises up his arms, he would have felt bad for them.

Even he could come up with lines more meaningful, maybe even poetic. He loved to read, and spent his freetime cuddled up in his bed with books he could get lost in. The one he took to the first concert with was left untouched ever since on the top of the dresser. James looked at it with disgust, even asked Oli if he could throw it out, but he didn’t want to. He would finish it one day. Maybe after his scar had faded.

He leaned back on his pillow and closed his eyes. The volume of the music made it hard to follow the words on the page. He tried to imagine the song was about him, maybe that would help redeem the quality, after all that had to be the audience's contribution. It didn’t help. The power I feel, when I grab you by the leash, oh you, puppy, following my every wish. He rhymed to the chorus with his own twisted, hurtful version, but revelled in his own wit. He pushed away the memories of making up songs and tales for the kids, as he agreed with himself it was way too painful to think about. 

Not long after the music died down, there was a soft knock on the door. He looked up expecting it to open, but nothing happened, maybe he heard it wrong. James never knocks on his own door anyway. 

"Oli, can I come in?" Even muffled, he heard the rasp after hours of rehearsing in the singer's deep voice. He threw his book in the corner and untangled his limbs to slip off the bed in one fluid motion to kneel on the floor. He took a deep breath and tried to will his heart back in its place from his throat. 

"Y-yeah" he stuttered and hoped it was loud enough for Eddie to hear, because he was sure he wouldn't be able to repeat it. 

The door opened and the singer took a cautious step inside. Oliver looked him up and down warily, searching for a sign of danger in Eddie's poisonous green eyes; instead he was met with a sort-of-apologetic half-smile. He awkwardly combed his hand through his hair and cleared his throat before he started speaking.

"We're going out for the afternoon. Would you- Do you maybe want to join us?" 

"Who's coming?" Oliver asked cautiously.

"Just me and Will" the singer answered, averting his gaze. He knew it was wrong. Fuck no. If it was all of them, he would think about it. 

"Sure" he replied instead. 

"Good" Eddie nodded, his awkwardness slowly dissipating. Oliver felt like he was watching a deflated balloon animal take its shape again, as the singer straightened his back and fixed his hair again "We both owe you an apology" That they agreed on, however, he didn't continue, just nodded to himself and turned around "Come on then, puppy"

He got to his feet and followed as quickly as he could. 

Will was waiting at the front door, twirling the red leash Oli had just got, in his hand. He obediently lifted his chin so it was easy to clip on. 

The guitarist checked his phone before opening the front door.

"The car should be here any moment, we can go" 

They got out of the car in an alleyway and entered the music shop. It was well past closing time, only the owner was present besides them. It was a nice change of pace from constantly being swarmed by fans whenever they left the house.

The shop owner was a man was well in his fifties, tall, with a long beard, and as much as Oliver could follow the conversation he had been the one that sold both Will and Eddie’s first guitars. This happened way before the band was put together as a group to compete in the show that later got them where they are now.

The store was spacious, all kinds of instruments covered the walls, some Oliver didn’t even recognise. He was directed to sit on a pillow by the counter while the guys browsed. They seemed relaxed, eventually getting comfortable enough to hold hands. The pet frowned. To him it was clear how much of their tension that resulted in fights and eventually him getting hurt would be resolved if their contracts didn’t exist. The band, as an entity, never really existed,  they should have been a group of hired actors, for it to work on the long run, it was clear as day even to him. 

Oliver realised with horror just how bad he felt for all of them. It was wrong, so so wrong. Both the fact that he felt bad for the people, who were meant to rescue him and the predicament they had years long contracts forcing them to stay in.

“We should get going, thanks again” Will passed the bag of whatever they bought to Eddie and grabbed Oli’s leash. They expected the car to wait for them right outside. The chauffeur was nowhere to be seen.

“Where the fuck is he?”

“Maybe he parked somewhere else to wait” the guitarist shrugged and pulled Oliver with himself from the backdoor of the shop to the pavement to look around the length of the street.

A small red car rounded the corner, and he carefully took a step back, in case it came too close to the curb. It wasn’t their car, but it slowed down, not too far away from them and stopped. The pet felt his heart rate jump, the day had been so calm so far, no strangers around.

Oliver looked at the guys, confused, but they didn’t seem to care, or even notice it. Eddie was texting the driver, and Will looked the other direction.

Two girls got out of the car, with phones in their hands, talking in hushed tones. They looked nervous as far as the pet could tell, something one might easily mistake for excitement. He tugged on Will’s shirt to get his attention.

“Hey, guys?” One of the girls asked, not loud enough to shout, but a little louder than warranted by how close they were “Can we get a picture?” Oliver tried to mimic the smile both of them immediately put on, unsuccessfully.

“Of course, but our car is here any second now, I hope you don’t mind we don’t have much time” Eddie’s tone was gentle, with an edge the pet knew too well. The girls exchanged a look.

“Thank you” the shorter one said, her smile a little more convincing than the other’s. They took turns taking pictures, with both of the guys. 

The exchange felt horrifically unnatural, Oliver had a growing knot in his stomach with each second that passed. The driver was still nowhere to be seen.

“Can I take one with just, uhm, Oliver?” the taller girl asked, glancing over at him. The pet was pushed aside so far, standing off to the side awkwardly. Eddie huffed a laugh in disbelief.

“Puppy, you seem to have some fans yourself” he grabbed his leash and yanked him closer “Hold it, it’s more fun that way” he handed it to the girl. 

Oliver obediently looked at the camera aimed at him by the other girl, just as he had been taught. She didn’t click a picture, in fact both of them seemed frozen in time for a moment. 

When they moved again, barely a second later, the pet felt like he was seeing everything in slow motion.

He looked down at the girl’s hand, and noticed one of her bracelets in particular. It was plain white, with black text on it that said “All humans” in a bold font. She changed hold on his leash and yanked him forward.

“Run” she yelled and bolted with Oliver in tow. He stumbled forward, and only caught up with them so he didn’t fall. “We’re saving you”

This could not be happening to him. They opened the car door and tried to shove him inside. Finally his brain caught up, and he fought back. He was vaguely aware of the camera shoved in his face clicking some pictures, but his main concern was getting their hands off him. One of them managed to unbuckle his collar, the chequered one, James’ favourite and therefore his; it only fuelled his will to get away. Not having a collar on was unsafe, a collar meant he belonged, and so he fought with all his might. He was sure he’d bruise where he hit his head on the roof of the car, and his lower legs he hit multiple times. 

It didn’t last much longer than a few minutes, the two girls were pulled off him. The taller one by the driver the shorter by Will. Eddie held his phone to his ear with one shoulder, and held Oliver up by both shoulders, before he could collapse on the pavement.

“Heyhey, Oli, are you alright? Are you hurt?” He found comfort in the genuine worry from his voice.

He couldn’t hold back a sob as he nodded. He kept his arms by his side, dug his nails so deep into his palm he thought it would draw blood, anything to keep him from reaching up to his neck and face the absence of the collar. 

[mykingdomforapen]

Man, the AU you mentioned about LTC possessing LG and causing damage with his voice and hands that he'll wake up to has not left my brain. I do have some questions, if you would maybe expand on it a bit!

Do you think this is a bit of a role swap, in a way? Of LG being the one possessed instead of QL after what happens with Liu Min and Emma? In that case, what could happen? LTC would have access to his memories, to CXS's vulnerabilities and fears that LG is well aware of, and coming back right after Emma's death might have CXS in a position where only words could do immense damage, without even mentioning the knife he might or might not have access to.

I feel CXS might recognize it's not LG even if LTC tried to act like him, right? But it would not make what he says sting any less, or would not make a sudden stab any less surprising as he comes back from a dive with his guard down, I guess. Ah!!

He might be possessing LG in a completely different context, too, I guess! Although he would need LTX to be around for it to be done remotely, right?

Please forgive my rambling, even just as a concept, I'm very very curious to know what you considered for that idea. Thank you for your time!

Thank you for giving me an excuse to expound on an indulgent au that I dream of whenever I have trouble staying awake during my jet lag aksjsksksk.

I admit that when I have my sleep-affected stories in my head, it is effectively Whump Without Plot so I didn't really have a logical reason of why Lu Guang would be possessed. However, if we were to make a rhyme or reason for it, it would likely be to make Qian Jin's capturing of Cheng Xiaoshi quicker. Since CXS was targeted by the antagonists because they wanted to take advantage of his abilities, after all.

(Which of course is what happens vaguely in the canon, but shhh)

But in an AU where CXS doesn't recognize LG is being possessed (or, even if he does find something odd, isn't in a position to question it), he would easily follow Lu Guang anywhere no question. So he would be an easy mark as long as the baddies can use LG to take him somewhere else.

As for my indulgent AU in which it's a completely different context, maybe baddies want to separate CXS from LG for whatever reason, make him run away from LG and make him more vulnerable to the baddies' attacks, whether to capture him or something else. In which case, they can use LG and force him to push CXS away even if it's just for one vulnerable night. And since LTX's abilities are such that she can see all the memories of a person, it would be at least enough to glean what LG's usual personality and talking style is like to make his possession seem at least believable. And as you say, if it's on such a night that CXS is perhaps already vulnerable--maybe a bad dive, or a hard reminder about his parents--really, it's about saying something hurtful to CXS that he already kind of believes about himself that would make him less likely to question whether or not LG actually means it.

Like, if a possessed LG were to say that CXS is cruel and dishonest, I think CXS would be a bit ? about that. But if LG were to call CXS, idk, clingy and burdensome, which arguably (at least in my headcanon) CXS has wrestled with in his own self-image already, that would make him a bit more likely to believe those are LG's words. Because CXS is already struggling with those worries that he is so, and hearing it from his best friend who knows him most deeply would feel like confirmation ...

(and if he doesn't believe it's LG, then possessed!LG would just knife him and drag him to the baddies we get the best of both worlds lol)

Of course, in the way that Chen Bin was able to sort of gain some sense of self when he was possessed because he was being forced to walk off the edge of a building but the love for his unborn daughter gave him some consciousness to, while unable to resist, have sentience, I can imagine that Lu Guang's love and care for his best friend and seeing the way that he was being used to hurt him would give him some ability to try to resist, or at least be conscious about what he was being forced to do...which is perhaps even worse....

Witnessing his own body and mouth hurting his best friend but unable to stop it...

[sexisdisgusting]

I have some anecdotes!!!🤓👆

I worked at a weed themed sandwich shop (deeply unserious stuff) for less than a year & my male coworkers literally radicalized me.

1) a TIM who now works for a place that rhymes with Cockheed Cartin & flirted with every woman he worked with & tried to start dating rumors ab himself & others (including me😀)

2) a creepy bartender who wore hentai shirts to work, lied abt his age on tinder, & followed me around taunting me when he saw me on tinder

3) an israeli guy who said the n word hard r, wore Harry Potter pants that he made himself, was on probation for mysterious reasons, & went by an anime characters name

4) a SoundCloud rapper eboy who had a water bottle covered in hentai stickers. Like full pussy & titties. He also did coke off a steering wheel w two of my coworkers in the car

5) the definition of Stupid Meathead Marine. He lacked any & all critical thinking skills, laughed at me when I’d get frustrated to make me more mad, & once spilled mop water/left it there so I slipped & fucked up my knee & he said “you just can’t do anything huh?” (When I brought it up to a manager he was like oh he’s just dumb don’t take it personal)

6) white republican guy whose favorite artists were g eazy & machine gun kelly

I just had to get that list off my chest bro LOL

idek what to say you have me speechless ive never felt such stench emanate from text like i did when reading this list

idk what to say have this creature ^

[lonelyroommp3]

No cause like the song is literally about how silly and high school it feels to be in the rush of a new relationship. Like of course she’s rhyming Aristotle and grand theft auto for fun!! The song is fun!! People just got so caught up in what they assumed the aesthetic of the album was from the marketing that they’re convinced every single song on it has to be like, her 100% serious melancholy confessions of the heart

i also think it doesn't help that like. a lot of people who haven't listened to the album and don't care to whatsoever (which is completely fine, for the record) are making judgements about out of context lyrics which like. listen some lyrics in this album ARE bad with or without context but sometimes context (both of the lyrics around it and what the lyric itself is trying to do within the context of the song) is uh, important if you want to actually fairly judge something! and again i think a lot of people aren't really interested in a fair judgement, they just want to get their hater notes ,which is fineee again like being a hater is fun i get it i would be a hypocrite & buzzkill to knock the noble art of unwarranted slander and god knows i spent all of friday and much of saturday bitching about that album until the cows came home. but it DOES mean i'm allowed to think your judgement is stupid if you're taking it a bit too seriously while doing no actual thought to back it up lol

(another thing i kind of think is like. a lot of people have been saying "oh if lana sang this lyric people would be eating it up" which is ENTIRELY true but i think a big part of that is their respective personas. like lana has a very effortless cool to her & her entire aesthetic as an act is grounded so heavily in the intersection of pop culture and sexuality that obviously her saying "touch me while your boys play grand theft auto" is just. that IS a lana del rey lyric through and through, it would feel NATURAL coming from her. with taylor on the other hand i think for better or worse she has always been somebody who tries very very hard and you can SEE it, like everything she does you can see the metaphorical vein of conspicuous effort popping in her forehead. which i think is one of the reasons she's always been divisive bc even before every other controversy that kind of personality type is something that some people just don't like! but anyway, where i'm going with that is god love her but her vibe is just not one that could pull that lyric off with a straight face. so if you don't know that she's joking around bc you haven't listened to the song or you just think everything she does is 100% serious all the time then i completely understand having a bit of an instinctive cringe reaction to that lyric lmfao)

[bardic-inspo]

Wondering if you can answer #5 in the couples ask game for Naomi and Astarion?

This is @just-hereto-blog and thank you for the ask! I am working on it right now - coming as anon because I don't want to appear as my simblr lol

Absolutely -- thanks for asking! :) (And no problem re: sending on anon!) [Couples Ask Game]

5. How do they sleep? When they sleep (or trance) together, they're wound up so tight around the other, it's like they're trying to use their own body to blanket burrito the other person 😂 They are wrapped. They both want to big spoon and little spoon at the same time and this is the result.

I HC Astarion as a closet cuddle-lover. He takes to "sleeping together" with Naomi after the confession in Act 2. He might act stingy about snuggles initially, but once he's tried it, he can't get enough. There are a couple incidents pre-confession where they fell asleep near or next to/leaning on each other. The seeds of that sort of ease were there early on. More than just the touch itself, the warmth and the sound of her heartbeat are really soothing to him.

For Naomi's part, my poor girl is cursed (I say, as if I didn't make this up and foist it on her). Part of her curse is hearing this ongoing song that feels tip-of-your-tongue familiar, but she can never place the memory or recreate the tune. Even when that's leaving her be, the curse's other side effects make restful sleep and/or trancing very difficult. Astarion having absolutely no heartbeat at all is like a salve to her soul. It helps her drown out everything else that's haunting her head. I haven't gotten a chance to play that out very much in their longfic, Midnight Chimes, just yet, but it does come up in one of the early scenes:

The tadpole connection hums, all at once familiar and foreign. Listen, she says back, with the same smile in her thoughts as on her lips. He lets the connection pull him through and stifles a soft sound of awe in the back of his throat. Quiet. Blessed, blissful quiet. Like none she’s ever known. Naomi’s ear rests over his heart, but it doesn’t beat for her. Not literally, at least. He’d still heavily negotiate any figurative sense of the matter. But it doesn’t matter that it isn’t beating. It’s not what she wants. Not what she…needs. He feels the ache of it, as she lifts her cheek, briefly, and music flits, frenetic, though her mind. Spells and stanzas and half-remembered rhymes in mangled cacophony. She lays her head back down, and lets out a long breath. Astarion echoes the sound, unbidden, as the connection withdraws, and he’s left with the pluck of her heartbeat in his head again. It’s never quiet. Not in her head. But it can be. With him. If he hadn’t prayed so hard to them already, he’d swear the gods gifted him this woman. Astarion knows better. The illithids did.

[cto10121]

What are your thoughts on Tybalt? I knew before reading that he killed Mercutio and then was killed by Romeo so maybe i went in with some bias. But i wanted Tybalt dead as soon as he stepped on stage. No joke. The moment it said [enter TYBALT] and he started swinging his sword and talking smack i was like “Lord Jesus somebody stab him in the face rn.” This opinion never changes and is only furthered by his treatment of Benvalio in that scene as well as the Masquerade scene and the dual scene. But, i think if anyone could convince me of otherwise, it’d be you 🤭

Lol, I can try. Let me count the ways.

So I was, too, thinking about Tybalt, and I have come to the conclusion that his introduction may just be my favorite Shakespeare character introduction, no joke. I can hardly believe it myself, since Tybalt is such a minor character all things considered, but it’s true:

Tybalt: What, art thou drawn amongst these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio. Look upon thy death.

Tybalt also shows a modicum of wit when he criticizes Benvolio’s methods of keeping the peace. “What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word / As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.”

After that, though, Tybalt becomes more or less regulated to antagonistic catalyst. He does have some good rhyming couplets (“Patience perforce with willful choler meeting / Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting”). I’d say he is perhaps the most eloquent of Shakespeare’s hothead characters, except that he can’t stand against even Capulet’s bluster (“Why, uncle, ‘tis a shame” 😡 poor bby).

One thing Shakespeare is careful to denote, though, is his commitment to honor and the rules of dueling. He sends Romeo a letter of challenge. When Mercutio tries to antagonize him into a fight, he keeps his cool and doesn’t rise to his bait, but instead is focused on Romeo. When Romeo refuses to duel him, only then does he duel Mercutio instead. In a way, he is undone by his own curious integrity—Romeo dispatches him quickly through sheer rage.

That said, I do agree that Tybalt does get a lot of unjustified love, not just in the fandom but in productions. I’ve noticed that a lot of productions cast Tybalt with a much sexier actor than Romeo, despite the lack of canon evidence. Romeo of course is the much larger and more dynamic role, but I feel if you’re going to include sexy good looking actors, you should do it for all the youths (once again, the French musical is so superior for this). And then there is the anime version.

Like dude. Dude. Why did you go so hard on his design????

I think overall people are responding to the unrealized potential of his character—he does show charismatic flair at the beginning and quietly honorable instincts. And Shakespeare does show discipline and restraint in not rising to Mercutio’s bait. But yeah, most adaptations either go the Totally Evil Antagonist route (ew) or the tragically misunderstood/traumatized one (better, but just depends). You must be the first I’ve heard who disliked him immediately, but then I went into it not knowing he would kill Mercutio. So maybe that does make a difference.