#I'm not quite sure how this would play out

[capquinn]

thinking about pranking Quinn with that trend where your bf kisses you and you wipe it off after each one and how he would react

omg i've never heard of this trend but i'm obsessed. if there is one thing i love to write about, it's face smooching. it doesn't matter if it's quinn being the smoocher or smoochee — i'll write about it until my dying breath <3

It starts out innocently enough. Quinn comes home from practice, his cheeks still faintly pink from the cold outside, his hair slightly mussed like he’d been running his hands through it. He’s tired, but the corners of his mouth lift into that familiar, soft smile as he toes off his sneakers by the door.

You’re in the kitchen, absently wiping down the counters, a tea towel in one hand, when he crosses the room to greet you. Leaning in, he presses a quick kiss to your cheek — a small, sweet gesture that’s become second nature.

But as he steps away, heading toward the fridge, you casually swipe at your cheek, your movements quick and deliberate. You think it’s subtle, just a fleeting motion as you turn back to your task, but it’s not subtle enough. Out of the corner of his eye, Quinn catches it, and his steps falter mid-stride. The fridge door hangs open as he half-turns, confusion flickering across his face.

“What was that?” he asks, his voice slow, uncertain, like he’s not sure if he imagined it.

You don’t miss a beat, your expression calm as you wipe an imaginary smudge on the counter, acting like his question is the strangest thing you’ve ever heard. “What was what?”

Quinn’s brows knit together, his hand still on the fridge door. He studies you for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to catch you in a lie. “Did you just…” He motions vaguely toward his own cheek, the question hanging in the air.

But then he shrugs, brushing it off like it doesn’t bother him. “Never mind,” he mutters, but there’s the faintest flicker of doubt in his eyes as he grabs a water bottle and closes the fridge. He heads to the couch, his posture easy, but the way he glances back at you one last time tells you that he's trying to play it cool, but it’s clear the thought isn’t leaving his mind.

A few minutes pass and then Quinn reappears in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, his eyes tracking your every move as you fuss with the coffee and sugar canisters by the kettle. He’s trying to look casual, but the furrow of his brow and the subtle way his jaw ticks betray him.

“How was your morning?” he asks, his voice a shade too light, too measured.

“Good,” you reply, not missing a beat. “Ran some errands, got some work done. Why?”

He shrugs, but the way his eyes narrow slightly tells you he’s studying you, trying to piece together a puzzle only he seems to see.

“Just asking,” he says, though his tone carries the weight of unspoken questions.

After a beat, he pushes off the counter, his movements slow and deliberate as he closes the space between you. His expression softens, his smile easy but curious, like he’s decided to let it go — or at least pretend to.

“Okay,” he murmurs, the word carrying a quiet, unbothered edge, like he’s conceding to the mystery for now. But the way his eyes linger on yours says otherwise; he’s testing, searching for a hint of what’s really going on.

And then his lips find yours — warm, lingering, the kind of kiss that makes you forget the rest of the world for a moment. But it's more than just sweet; it’s purposeful, like he’s trying to gauge your reaction, to see if you’ll brush this one away too. So, when he pulls back, his eyes search yours, and you can’t resist. With practiced nonchalance, you lift your hand and swipe at your mouth, as if brushing away crumbs.

His reaction is immediate. His brows shoot up, his head tilting slightly as his arms fall to his sides. He stares at you, disbelief etched across his face, his lips parting slightly like he’s on the verge of speaking but can’t quite form the words.

Quinn squints at you, his lips pressing into a pouty frown that only makes it harder to keep a straight face. He studies you like he’s trying to solve an impossible riddle, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Wait,” he finally says, his voice tinged with both confusion and mild offence. “You’re not… wiping off my kisses, are you?”

You shrug, fighting back a grin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His mouth opens, then closes again as he squints harder, the corners of his lips twitching downward. “No, no. You’re definitely wiping them off.” He leans in slightly, his voice dropping. “Why?”

You shrug again, this time with an exaggerated air of indifference, your lips lifting with barely contained amusement. “I’m just… making sure my face stays clean.”

Quinn freezes for half a beat, his jaw slackening slightly as disbelief washes over his face.

“Clean?” he echoes, his voice pitching in offence. His brows knit together, and he leans back just enough to look at you fully, as if checking to see if you’re actually serious. “Are you — are you saying I'm dirty? I'm not sick, babe.”

You bite down on your lip, a valiant attempt to stifle your laughter as you shake your head. “I didn’t say that.”

But the glint in his eye changes. The confusion melts away, replaced by a slow, dangerous grin that stretches across his face.

“Oh, okay. Fine,” he says, his voice low and far too calm.

Before you can even process the shift, Quinn closes the space between you in a heartbeat. His hands cradle your face, firm yet careful, and he plants the loudest, sloppiest kiss on your cheek, complete with a dramatic mwah. The sound is absurd, echoing through the room, and you barely have time to gasp before he’s moving onto your other cheek, then your forehead, your nose, your jaw — every inch of your face he can get to, each kiss louder, wetter and more exaggerated than the last.

“Stop! Quinn!” you cry, your words broken by uncontrollable laughter as you squirm in his hold, trying in vain to escape the onslaught.

But he doesn’t let up. If anything, the mock-serious look on his face only intensifies.

“You started this,” he declares between kisses, his tone resolute. The corners of his mouth are twitching with amusement. “Now you’re getting all the kisses, and you’re not allowed to wipe a single one off.”

By the time he finally pulls back, you’re breathless and red-faced, your laughter mingling with his. His grin is triumphant, the very picture of smug satisfaction, but as his eyes meet yours, the teasing melts into something softer.

His hands slide down and settle on your waist, this time with a gentleness that makes your heart stutter. Leaning in, he presses one final kiss to your lips, slow and tender, a stark contrast to the chaos of moments before.

When he pulls back, his voice is low, tinged with warmth as he murmurs, “Still wanna wipe that one off?”

Your smile stretches wide, your cheeks still flushed from laughter. Shaking your head, you lean into him, your arms looping around his neck as you tilt your face closer. “Maybe one more… just to be sure?”

Quinn’s grin softens, his eyes glinting with something tender as he leans in again, brushing his lips against yours with a sweetness that leaves no room for teasing. It’s gentle, unhurried, and when he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, the corners of his mouth tugging upward.

“You’re just looking for excuses now,” he whispers, his voice laced with affection.

“Can you blame me?” you tease back, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You started it.”

His laughter is soft, barely more than a breath, and he presses one last kiss to your forehead before pulling you snug against his chest.

“Consider it settled,” he says, his words vibrating against your hair, but you can feel the smile still lingering on his lips.

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine it was quarter to twelve and you were sitting casually on your livingroom couch, a wineglass resting in between your finger as you wait for the countdown. Come to think of it, it was a quiet night, like everyone was waiting for something. Indeed everyone was.

Imagine it was quarter to twelve when your phone suddenly rang causing your to raise a brow, to be honest there should be no one contacting you from this hour besides... oh! In that split second, you grab your phone in the coffee table and to your guess, it was trully your lover calling causing you to smile unconsciously as you answer it.

"Darling." A familiar voice greeted you as soon as you answered the call. "Hi." You replied, a silly smile on your face appeared as you balanced your phone in between your chin and shoulder as you try to get a comfortable position to watch the fireworks over the window. "Why did you call? I thought you're busy." You chuckle, knowing a few days ago he was complaining about the amount of work that needed to get done.

"I'm wounded by the fact that you expect me not to call you at new year's eve." "Well you did say that you're quite busy today, no?" Just like that you heard a gentle laughter. "So how was your day?" When you lover asked you with such gentle tone, your eyes cannot help but to soften as you began letting him the events of your new years eve.

Imagine casually leaning back in your couch, once in a while taking a sip of your wine as you talk to your lover in the phone, a smile never leaving your lips as you listen how his day went on. And in the midst of all of this, the sound of a fireworks echoed outside causing your eyes to follow the sparks flying up in the sky and just like that, explode into a beautiful sparks, reflecting through your eyes as you stare at it in awe.

"My love." You cannot help but to humm as you continue to admire te colorful midnight sky. "Happy New Year." Your lover spoke in the phone causing your heart to flutter as you replied softly, "Yeah, happy new year too." As the last fireworks explode in the sky, you whispered in the wind "Wish you were here."

Imagine by the time you looked down and check your phone, the call has already been disconnected causing you to smile softly, after all, your lover called despite how busy they are at the moment. Though you cannot help but to be disappointed at their schedule, you knew your lover cannot help it, it's not like he wants to have such packed schedule at new year.

Imagine by the time you have finished cleaning up and was about to head towards your shared room, you heard the door opened follow by a familiar footsteps causing you to halt on your way out of the kitchen as you saw a glimpse of a familiar face. And as soon as he turn his attention into the kitchen, he too halted like a kid getting caught with his hand in a cookie jar. "Surprise?" When he said that with that face, how could you not laugh?

Imagine the way you started walking towards him, a gentle smile on your face that welcomes him every single time he went home. That was something he would never ever trade anything for. "Strange." You spoke as you arrived right in front of him and reach out to touch his cheeks. In which he wasted no time to lean in and melted into your touch. "I'm pretty sure you did not heard that." "Hmm?" He smile sheepishly at you. "You always makes my wish come true, did you know that?" Instead of answering, he just kiss the palm on your hand.

"I forgot something earlier." "What is it you fool?" "I love you and I wish to spent all my new years with you." He smiled at you in which you cannot help but to chuckle. "So do I, you cheeky bastard."

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: Ya'll I played bingo from 12-4am, I forgot to eat grapes underneath the table so fuck my love life this year, I better be rich. HAPPY NEW YEAR! ❤️‍🔥

[alchemistc]

43. undone if it speaks to you <3

Getting back to these because I have a lot of fleeting half ideas I need to get rid of to focus on the Cap Buck series. This once again got longer than I meant it to so happy new year.

It takes Eddie about half an hour to realize Buck and Tommy are actually having a drawn out argument, right here in public, instead of just bickering the way he's so used to.

It's...strange.

The thing is he's always seen Tommy with a lid on it - he projects a certain image in a public, and a slightly less restrained image in private, and Eddie is absolutely certain the Tommy he knew six months ago would have rather eaten a live scorpion than air his shit out in such a public setting.

He supposes six months into their second at bat and Tommy's a little less concerned about laying a bunt.

It's subtle, is the thing. Eddie has had screaming matches with Buck in very public places before, he knows the usual script. Emotional land mine after emotional land mine exposed to whoever's in hearing distance, no holds barred, knock down, drag out shit. It's probably why it takes him so long to notice, because this is some fucking terrible amalgamation of Buck and Tommy at their worst and he is not a fan.

Hen goes to get another round with a raised brow in Eddie's direction that means she's definitely noticed too and will be taking her damn time getting back.

Chim's too busy staring all moony-eyed at a ready-to-pop Maddie absolutely killing her karaoke song to care when Tommy grimaces and rolls his jaw while Buck whispers something Eddie doesn't quite catch.

Eddie takes a drink. Then another.

He's down to the ice in his rocks glass.

"You aren't seriously trying to argue that projected stats have more weight than a full career, are you?" Tommy asks, and Eddie sort of wants to hit them both, because what? What? This whole thing started when a song reminded Buck that Tommy had once implied he didn't have enough gay experience to really love Tommy. Or. That was the gist, according to Buck. Famously not a reliable narrator in high emotion moments, but Tommy's never outright denied it, to Eddie's knowledge.

"I'm just saying, Gretzky's goal record is gone, so how can you say people with a decade of play left in them can't be in the conversation to surpass him? Statistically -."

Tommy's eyes glint. He looks mad.

When he stands from his seat, Buck throws both arms in the air. "Yeah, walk away," he spits, and Tommy, two steps towards the restroom already, spins on his heel with clenched fists.

Eddie has a sudden, clarifying memory of Buck reading off the statistics for couples who make it past the first six months. First year. First two, and five. Statistics for couples who took a break. Statistics for gay men, specifically, when he realized his sample size was skewed too straight.

Jesus Christ, he'd rattled those off to Tommy, too.

"I'm not subjecting Eddie to the shit I have to say to you right now, Evan," Tommy says, jaw clenched, hands digging into his pockets. He rocks back on his heels, tension fucking rolling off of him.

Buck stands too. Makes a sweeping gesture that seems to piss Tommy off more, and then they're both disappearing into the crowd.

Hen sets a new drink down in front of Eddie twenty seconds later.

"Thank you for leaving me to witness that by myself," Eddie manages, with a wry twist to his smile, and Hen grins back.

"Their foreplay sure has kicked it up a notch," she says, and Maddie crinkles her nose as she drops back into the booth beside Chim.

"If Jee hadn't been there they'd have screwed in my bathroom last week, I just know it."

Eddie shakes his head between them. "They - you guys know they were fighting, right?"

Maddie raises a brow at him like he's cute. Like a cute confused little puppy. Oh he hates that.

"Tommy deciding one of them dying was the only way they'd be free of each other has opened up a whole new world of ways for Buck to get his rocks off," Hen intones, like it's obvious. "This is just their flirty bickering turned up to eleven."

Eddie takes about twelve minutes to digest that - just long enough for Hen and Chim to get a duet in, long enough for him to drain another drink, long enough for Maddie to decide the baby's officially tapped out for the night, long enough for Chim to grab their jackets and toss a few bills on the table before he's herding his wife out the door.

Tommy rounds the corner and settles back into his seat looking decidedly more relaxed. There's at least one less button hooked on the flannel he's been wearing all night. It takes Eddie a second to register that his face is a little dewy, like he'd recently splashed water on it.

Hen makes a face a second before Eddie gets it.

"Oh come on, man."

Tommy's lips twist into a grin, and he yelps when Hen kicks out at him under the table. "Low hanging fruit, Kinard."

"I mean, one of us did," Tommy manages with a shrug, and only winces at the second kick.

Buck slides in next to him with a fresh beer for each of them and slaps a hand high on Tommy's thigh. Possessive. Still clearly a little riled.

"Yep, I'm out," Hen murmurs, and Eddie scrambles after her.

[0rczy]

Happy New Year 2025!!!

With the Vat7k gang of course :D

Cheesy recap incoming:

This year's been quite fun for me, did lots of new things and experimented a lot with my art. Started Tumblr and a big ass project that I'm pretty happy with how it's turning out so far. Even though I was so sure at the start of the year that Vat7k would be a thing of the past for me, yet here we are. Guess some things don't change as easily. Thank you to everyone who's watched my silly storyboard abominations!

Also, I started playing DnD this year. Not much has happened in the two campaigns I play in, but I'm enjoying them a lot thus far. I need to get better at improvisation though.

And of course, there's still lots to learn both in regards to art and life in general, but I think I'm managing so far. School is continuing to be challenging but extremely fun and fulfilling, especially because of the people I see every day. They were the real stars of this year, love them to bits! My family, too, their continuous support to my dreams means the world to me...

Yeah okay I think this much recap is enough.

I wish all of you reading this the happiest of new years, and lots of luck in whatever you're trying to achieve! You will succeed! I'm sending good energies!!!

[misshuntereevee]

This had been in my draft since forever. I'm gonna put it here, if you have a better idea of how to write this story, please go ahead! If not, feel free to toss it.

Zayne x mc. His pov when he had to move away and study to become a doctor and finally seeing mc again when he becomes her primary physician. Bc i feel like he had a crush on her when they were kids. And in the story mc said she finally meets her childhood friend after she met her primary physician or something like that

Thank you in advance! <3

₊˚｡ ❆ ⋆⁺₊❅. & isn't it just so pretty to think; all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? i fucking love this prompt thank you! ♥ i hope this is okay, i did make it a continuation of that one zayne memory where he gives her an ice seal.

prompts open.

The second he saw you again, he knew he couldn't lie to himself any longer. Time, he had figured, would ease his crush on you. His attraction to his childhood friend.

But the second you stand in front of him with that adorable smile, a little tooth poking out, he knew he was screwed. You were not textbook. In fact, you were everything but textbook. And that's what Zayne was used to. Zayne liked order. Zayne liked playing by the rules. Because the rules are there to protect you...right?

But it's addictive. Even if he'd tried to imagine how you'd look now, he'd never come close to the perfection you are now to him. How you laugh, how your nose and eyes crinkle when you do. And the color of your eyes. He's sure a million artists could try, and never replicate the exact shade of your hue. Lips so kissable... So when you join him at lunch because he's the only one with room at his table -- he's too shocked to say much. You're here. Not only are you here, but you remember him!

You're giggling as you recount the story of him giving you a snowball at you at the seal exhibit. Back then, you thought he'd been teasing you by making a sculpture of the snowball the seals had just thrown at you. He'd made it out of his Evol and you still have it.

He doesn't widen his eyes or respond physically, but he's not sure whether to laugh or cry at the fact you didn't realize it was supposed to be a seal. It was supposed to be cute and impress you. But you thought it was a snowball! And thought he was making fun of you!

Finally, he closes his eyes, shaking his head with a laugh. You finish the rest of your meal together, and you aren't sure why he keeps giving you a look that is on the verge of smile -- but holds back. When the meal is finally over, he offers to walk you to the cab.

Outside, he's mesmerized by you. Suddenly embolden, he realizes he can't let you think he was making fun of you any longer. He needs to show you what it was supposed to be.

"Can I show you something? Stick your hand out."

You furrow a brow at him, but you trust him. You stick your hand out, palm up. He places his hands over it in a dome...and then you feel it. Icy tendrils on your palm. But besides being cool to the touch, they don't hurt. That's intentional.

When he pulls his hand back, an ice seal sits in the palm of your hand and you beam at it. "Something to put next to the snowball you gave me? That's so sweet!"

He mutters something, but you don't quite hear him. You lean in closer, a hand resting on his forearm casually. (Casually to you, but his heart is racing in his chest. He's a cardiologist and even he's concerned about the effect you have on his heart.)

"What was that?" You ask him, leaning in.

He's going to have a heart attack. With a exhale, he repeats it: "You can throw the last one away. It's..."

He pauses, his eyes closing. "Just... this one is better."

And as he walks away, leaving you at your cab, you smile down at it -- and then realize. It's better... because it's what it's supposed to be this time. Your mouth is almost on the floor. He was trying to make something cute all those years ago...

But as you continue to grin down at the new seal, you know you're never throwing out the first one, even if he probably wants you too. No, because you have a feeling... something started right now.

And as he heads home, he also thinks about how happy he is to have a reason to see you again, even if it was just to correct that past mistake.. he should have never given her that snowball-looking seal. But looking out the window, he realizes... maybe the snowball made sure you didn't forget him.

Maybe he's grateful for the ugly thing.

[ih3artreggie]

guys, it's finally happening. annalations is back in session, with today's yap being about...

REGULUS BLACK IN MY DRs

yeah. it's THE regulus post. IM FINALLY DOING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!

so far, reg is in five drs of mine: marauders (duh), f1, asoiaf, twilight (bear with me), and kingsman. today i will be detailing what he's like in those drs because i am lowkey very proud of myself for being creative and fitting him in as well as i can. and also i love him. BLEUUUUGH!!!!

the BASICS about him:

he's a leo. his birthday is august 7, and he's a little less than a year younger than me (COUGAR ALERT!!! 😱). the original reason he's an august baby is cause i refused to have him be more than a year younger than me in my marauders dr... but now it's kind of stuck, and he is like 100% a leo in my head. Well yes!

he is in fact half french and speaks it fluently

in every dr he's in, sirius is his brother. i am not being responsible for separating them (again...)

he is also always bffs with evan. i'm not separating them EITHER!!

i don't have a specific fc for him - no one fits my vision. timothée chalamet is probably the closest you can get, but there are several people who have an element of regulus to them, those being: elijah hewson, alain delon, and (occasionally) mark eydelshteyn.

HUGELY IMPORTANT!!! he has grey eyes and faint freckles on his nose. FIGHT ME IDGAF

and now... drum roll for... the JUICY STUFF!!!

‧₊˚❀ MARAUDERS REALITY ༉‧₊˚.

regulus is like. default regulus in this dr, because – of course! – this is the source material (regrettably)

we are both in seventh year...

he's the slytherin prefect and seeker. Yay.

i am also seeker on the gryffindor team. Bound to be total, utter joy competing against him

MY SPURNED MORTAL ENEMY!!!.............. unless?

we've known each other since we were 6 and 7 years old, and from that point on we were great friends

he was best friends with evan, and i was best friends with sirius, but despite that, him and i were really close, and had a much more... tame? vibe

(sirius and i were/are crazy)

this, however, was until fifth year when he randomly decided to dump me. in front of the whole school. on the quidditch pitch. after i won. Soooo cool!

so now we don't like each other (we are both liars)

i guess you could call us more rivals than enemies but he sure does not do me any favours

although he does have a penchant for staring at me in potions... must be the humidity playing tricks on me

DISCLAIMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he is not a death eater. won't happen ever. NOT ON MY WATCH!!! #NotMyRegulus

‧₊˚❀ F1 REALITY ༉‧₊˚.

controversially, regulus is Not an f1 driver in this dr. Sorry! i am too weak to date my coworkers 💔 (+ he'd hate it)

rather, he studies classics at oxford (cough... NERD...) and is a piano tutor in his spare time

i've known him since we were 13 or 14 – him and evan met in boarding school, and i would see a LOT of him because of how close they were

we did not get along in the beginning, which was entirely my fault 😞

long story short, we were rivals/frenemies for a while until we eventually grew out of it and didn't see each other as often

we hung out at a party last year, but fell victim to miscommunication (NOOO!!! NOOOOOO!) and now have beef AGAIN!!!!!!

but never fear! everything will work out because he will mysteriously show up at the first race of the season in bahrain, looking to talk to me!

#Pray4Me

#I'mGoingToDie

‧₊˚❀ ASOIAF REALITY ༉‧₊˚.

this dr is very much still in the works (so bear with me me if some of this doesn't make exact sense), but i am quite proud of it...

i made house black an actual house of the north. their land, or territory that they control, is called the blacklands, and it's known for being a freaking horror movie

in this dr, sirius was a (very good but very slutty) knight who suspiciously went missing... (ran away to the free cities), leaving reg as the sole heir...

regulus black, now lord of his family and house after his father was taken ill, finds himself in a living nightmare – aligned with house bolton, complicit in the betrayal of the starks, and surrounded on all sides by stark allies

guess what. motherfucker gets kidnapped

for less than 12 hours though!

somehow the shittiest mormont bannermen are tasked with taking him (they obviously know that regulus has never held a sword in his LIFE)

lucky for him, i stumble upon him in a bit of a pickle, and decide to help him out. you know, being a knight of valour and justice and all that

guys it's nothing! really it's just a day in the life of the best knight in westeros (jaime lannister i'm gonna end u).

this little run-in basically puts us on a tedious road back to getting him to his family

hilarity ensues, and ends with me swearing allegiance to him and ONLY him. NOT his family. romance is in fact not dead and neither is my undying devotion

sirius also comes back from the dead after hearing about regulus being in trouble, which adds MORE drama to everything

"unhand my brother!" (i promptly laugh in his face)

MORE hilarity ensues, because everyone eventually finds out who i actually am (balon greyjoy's daughter). fun for all the family!

if you can't tell, this dr is a bit unserious. i don't really like everyone getting stabbed to death or burnt alive, so i will in fact be working my way around that (somehow). Stay Tuned!

‧₊˚❀ TWILIGHT REALITY ༉‧₊˚.

now, the lore is deep with this one

regulus is a vampire. YAY! but was also a wizard! Oh?

yeah. this is sort of a hp x twilight dr, but i have no interaction with the magic side of it because i dont want to. TAKE THAT!

DISCLAIMER 2!!! he has never taken a human life and point blank refuses to even think about it

basically, similar to canon, regulus died trying to destroy horcruxes, but didn't... actually... die. he was turned into a vampire

AGAIN!!!!!!! HE WAS NOT A DEATH EATER!!!!! just a fucking genius

anyways he went to albania to try and find that fuckass diadem and ended up getting bit by a vampire at the age of 19. good for him (he thinks it's worse than death #EdwardCullenCore)

vampires and wizards have MAJOR arcane ancient beef (like in the hp books) and so regulus was turned almost entirely out of spite. it was a huge FUCK YOU! from his maker

because vampires are technically dead, as soon as he was turned, he lost all his magic, and all connection to the magical world. it was basically as if he never had any in the first place

once he was changed, he had to learn everything from the beginning, because he knew nothing about non-magical society

it also caused an identity crisis because he spent his whole life being told that his family was superior because they were "pureblooded" but none of it mattered in relation to magic because. DEATH IS THE GREAT EQUALIZER!!

anywho

he basically hid out in the scottish highlands for a couple decades, learning how to assimilate with society and act human

he also pretended to be his own descendant and has inherited his own house twice by doing it. (i think edward also does the same thing from memory...)

he finds it very amusing to give his fictional descendants the worst names possible as well. the last name he made up was HERCULES BLACK?????????? putain de merde, as the french say

he also found a way into the magical world and tried to see sirius (did not go well; he hasn't tried again)

he went out looking for other vampires because he realised he knew nothing after 40 something years as one, and eventually ended up at the cullens

which is where i come in!

imagine my surprise when i – friend of the quileutes, sworn enemy of edward cullen, and freshly back from australia – am ambushed on my shift at the hospital by a new freaking vampire! and he's HOT?! I'm COOKED!

anyways! L for jasper as well because reg is younger than him and has way better self control. bulletproof self control actually

also regulus' power is. he can sort of hypnotise people? he can make eye contact with someone and put them in a trance – they won't remember anything for a period of 30 seconds to 5 minutes depending on how long he looks at them for

alice has taken to calling him medusa while i was away LMFAOOOOO

‧₊˚❀ KINGSMAN REALITY ༉‧₊˚.

no header for this one, since it's pretty much just a feeling i have

once again, this is sort of a crossover dr between slow horses and kingsman

before i was part of kingsman, i worked at mi5, alongside river cartwright (before he was put in slough house)

i was one of their top agents, and seriously well respected

at this point, i only knew regulus as evan's best friend, and a pretentious rich kid

that is until, on an assignment, i was following a target, and ran into him doing the exact same thing. we were following the same person, for the same reason. it was essentially that spiderman meme of us pointing at each other (with guns unfortunately)

anyways uhh the run in was not friendly and shots were in fact fired (HE WOULDN'T TELL ME WHY TF HE WAS THERE!!!!!!!)

after this incident, i was put on leave. like Fine but WTF

i was contacted by a man called will green (agent Gawain (DEV PATEL!!!)), who said he'd seen the footage of my run in with regulus, reviewed my record at mi5, and wanted to talk

WHAT FOOTAGE?! i was bewildered, but agreed to meet (i needed a job)

anyways, this was my induction into kingsman. he nominated me as a candidate for the position of agent viviane, and i passed all the trials with flying colours

regulus (agent Tristan) was not pleased

since then (seeing as that was 2 years ago), we have been in constant competition

he wont me fr he's just way too petty to admit it

to be fair, i still spite him for fucking up my career in the service, so. we're even

i lowkey just came up with all that kingsman lore on the spot, but yeah! if there's one thing i'm gonna do, it's make sure that i get my rivals to lovers!

ok. i think that's it. i'm running on 4.5 hours of sleep, but one thing is for certain: I LOVE REGULUS BLACK!!! they don't call me ih3artreggie for nothing!

ok good night, happy new years, and happy shifting everyone! until next time... Xx ❤︎

[jazeswhbhaven]

I just want sth fluff right now... How about a week with the kings (plus Lucifer) turn into a smol boiiii (still chosen between their mind still normal or a completely child).

Hehe wonder if the whole kingdom would turn upside down because of the mother side of MC :3 (like they're a really good mother/caretaker/...)

(ok I'm sorry for the grammar, english is not my first language 🥹🥹)

Thank you for waiting anon, and don't worry I understood what you meant!

MC being a caretaker for our kings when they suddenly get turned into toddler versions of themselves is so much fun to think about honestly. They were probably all just little menaces'~

Lead in: Uh oh, a strange spell has come across Hell! For a week in springtime, it seems that a certain tree has spread pollen and affected only certain devils, that being the kings...and now they're? young devils? They have physically regressed in age to that of a small child (each king looking different based on the amount of pollen they inhaled). Let's see how MC will fare having to be a caretaker for them!

Satan: He's so mischievous, getting into everything and breaking things. And who knew a devil this age would still be teething with all of his teeth in?! There's bite marks in the furniture, the curtains, just about everything. He's also got a mouth on him, and plays pranks often. Sitri is being driven mad, and Ppyong has been chewed on like a toy far too much. Here comes MC to the rescue! They can't really discipline him that well, but they are firm by wrapping him up in a thick blanket burrito so he can move. He's a bit feisty and likes to test MC, but that's nothing for them. Though they had to be careful when feeding him or he's liable to take off their fingers in the process. The entire week goes well, and thankfully MC doesn't have to change any diapers. But...Satan purposely doesn't aim for the toilet so the walls are uh...quite filthy. Good thing this was only for a week and Gehenna is back to somewhat of normalcy.

Mammon: Thankfully, when he was turned into a small devil again he didn't inhale too much of the pollen resembling a 10 year old boy. As a child, Mammon was sick a lot and had to be monitored. He was just as curious and still didn't have that filter. So for the most part he was self sufficient. MC still needed to be there for him just to make sure he doesn't get himself hurt. And now that he's got MC to care for him, he gets in his feelings, still remembering everything that happened to him before...he clings to MC, often cuddling and being silent. Sometimes even crying. MC getting to see him this emotional more often is a nice change of pace as he seems to just bury his emotions more often as an adult. MC even sings to him, reads to him, and lets him sleep in the same bed with a few stuffed toys. When the week is over, he's back to himself but there's something slightly different about him now. It seems that maybe, his inner child has healed just a little.

Beelzebub: For whatever reason, he's a toddler, and just as rambunctious and destructive. His powers are still quite strong, and are out of control. Bael thought he couldn't get work done then? He certain can't now. Paperwork drawn on with crayon, puddles of acid spit, random half eaten piles of food...and hide and seek seems to be his favorite game that turns into a disaster when he's hiding in one of the many ADULT clubs in Aybssos. It's up to MC to help rangle in this small devil and fast. They prepare pre-made snacks of his favorite foods, the games that MC comes up with are good enough for his short attention span and fun enough to repeat multiple times of the day, a large room where he can color on the walls and crawl on them even, and well he can even use the targets added in for practice with aiming his acidic spit. It's a full time job looking after Beel, but MC has it done. It was also the most difficult week for everyone at the palace. Worst part is...Beel doesn't remember anything once he's back to normal.

Leviathan: You'd assume that looking over a small Levi would be easy. Um, it's not. Him being back at that age that he was brings back horrible memories of when he was in Heaven in the devil camps. He's lashing out on all the citizens of Hades, even his nobles, paranoia, nightmares, not wanting to come out of his coffin nor eat. It's a mess. MC has a lot of work cut out for them, but they go into this with grace and patience. Levi doesn't trust them, and MC has the bruises and scratches to prove it. But slowly through the week, he starts to calm down, though still independent. The only other noble MC has to worry about is Orias who has been trying to take advantage of this situation. But it seems that Levi's innocence deters him (and MC protecting Levi) The last half of the week, Levi is now sleeping with MC inside the coffin so his nightmares aren't as bad. He's even played a couple games with them, and held their hand just out of nowhere. When he's back to normal, he doesn't admit to anything that happened with MC while they were there, denying pretty much everything. But he's closer to MC now after the event. At least Hades is back in working order!

Lucifer: SMALL ANGEL LUCI??? When MC had the prevleige of seeing him this way, he's very much adorable. His wings have temporarily returned, but they're tiny, just itty bitty. His hair is fluffy, eyes wide and full of wonder, and his halo is so bright and cheery. This a different side of Luci that must have died over time being in Heaven. But during this time he's very quiet, likes to cling on MC, and his nobles, riding on their backs and asking for snacks and angel milk. Gamigin helps MC the most, the jingling of his staff actually being soothing to small angel Luci. Paradise Lost though for the entire week was just as it was before. Mostly peaceful, nothing important going on other than this. The week turns out to be pretty easy for MC in watching him. When he's back to normal, he kindly asks MC to never mention what they saw to anyone. His nobles also will die with this secret. MC feels important, knowing that even Luci's own brothers have never seen him that young.

Belphegor: Huh...well it seems the pollen has turned Belphie into a baby. And even when he's sleeping, he causes alot of problems for Nifelheim. His little baby snores causes earthquakes, he also soils his diaper during his sleep even though he's only been drinking milk....those diaper changes are near radioactive. When he wakes up and cries to be fed it's like a high pitched ear splitting cry. At least the best part is when he's asleep, in a deep deep sleep? No thing happens. And thankfully, he was asleep for the majority of the week. There was only once where MC had to deal with him awake and he was cranky the entire time. Non-stop crying, hair pulling, and demanding that Beleth holds him as he was biting his arm with his gums to teeth. Beleth did well, he and MC acting like a married couple while watching him. The week may have been over and done and he was back to normal, but goodness. Maybe it's a good thing he was sleeping for majority of his life until recently. Him being awake as a young devil is a pain.

Asmodeus: It's rumored that no one has seen Asmo as a young devil. Well that changed when MC got to watch him. He's...a lot less horny as a small devil which is a relief. He was still mischievous, and often hinted wanting milk from MC even though they had no ability to breastfeed/produce milk. But it was strange that he would ask that when he's...a young child devil. Oh, well maybe he was starting his puberty early. But it's no matter, his charming abilities were still working all to well meaning that MC spoiled him with pretty much attention and affection. He was still very behaved and would often be reading or writing something in a journal. MC partially wishes he could be like this all the time and wondered where all that horny energy came from even as the embodiment of lust. Maybe he'd tell her later when he was back to normal. Abaddon didn't change much at all in his absence, the guards holding things down as per usual.

[rodolfoparras]

due to again retail busy and I forgot how dumb and infuriating people can be and I have a fucking short fuse of an anger— have this before the smut for build up sugar cube :) again, merry Christmas to everyone here, I hope y'all are having a much better day, just wanna know how actually I'm proud to see the anons here saying great things they have achieved, including you Alec because moving into a new house especially where you feel like now you don't have to restrain from anything is a great feeling I can understand and I hope your staying safe out there (quite literally)

It started off as a joke. Really.

You stayed behind with some rookies after training them, a lot of them have questions from diet advice or their perks and Price was there due to needing to ask you for that report you were meant to write on his last mission.

Sure, kids are young, they'll let their mouth fly pass like a damn wind. Price understands that, but—

"Colonel, look at this reel, it's so funny." It was a video of a hairy male who at first mouthing lyrics to a rather ludicrous song about nasty acts, to when it suddenly transitioned to him wearing a bra that somehow perfectly cups his chest to look like a woman's.

The other, more sensible recruit of course elbowed his friend for showing this kind of thing to you, their superior— but Price didn't miss that subtle smirk you had and once glance towards him and his chest. To which that leads to here. Price still checking himself up in front of the mirror, after that day he impulsively bought a pair of blue sets of panties and bralette.

Insecurities makes him feel funny in this, even humiliated— sure, he could have read the room wrong, and god knows where'd his career he if it's true but... this could be a perfect chance for him to gain your attention, not as superior to subordinate, but with lust. He had fantasized too much on how your rough hands would feel like, that's for sure.

Price puts on his military suit again, the feeling of cotton material rubs against the thin lacy undergarments just puts a reminder on what he's doing— he needs to play his card right and maybe... *he'll get more than he bargaining.*

With that, Price knocks on the door of your office, taking a deep breath before straightening himself. In the back of his mind, doubts and doubts flood in— but the feeling of silk rubbing against his chest and the fullness of the plug nestled between his ass is enough to make him stay put and stand tall.

A low grumble was heard before the door swung open. You were there behind him, in your military suit as usual, looking down at him with an expectant look "Price, what is it?" You asked.

Price takes a gulp at the sight of you then, fuck he wants you. "Colonel, can I talk to you in private?" You nodded at that, letting him in and you closes the door behind him. "What is it?"

"Can you lock the door? Make sure no one's around?"

'I guess it's that confidential of a detail for a mission.' Is what you thought as you take a glance around before locking the door, hearing something shuffling and rustling behind you. "Price, is something the matter—" You didn't even get to finish your sentence as you were met with a sight of Price hurriedly stop undressing his military suit, revealing a skimpy lace bralette underneath, chest hair protrudes the cloth.

"I— was gonna say don't turn around.. yet."

Jesus Christ. You didn't know how long you were standing there, Price's hand still frozen by his belt before he looked down to see a dark stain in front of your straining bulge that look like it hurt. Oh. Did you just came, by just looking at him like this? He didn't know it'd work this well, or is it because it's him?

"Colonel?" "Ye— fuck, yeah?"

"Don't you wanna have a closer look?"

Let's just say, his confidence went racking up ever since that day and how others notice how often Price came by your office, often coming out with a satisfied look, and a limping legs.

Perhaps a hint of lace if you squint your eyes at the opened button on his chest.

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AWOOOOOO AWEOOOOO AWEOOOO WEEPOOOOO IM GOONG YO LISE MU MIND IM GOING TO OOSE MY DAMN MIND LET ME ON LET ME IN LET MEN I RN

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*Grian's (Mother Spore) pov*

Ok, you are done. You thought this was going to be exciting...and it was! At first...but Xonorth and that Quackity guy been talking about what is basically nothing for the last hour and it doesn't seem like It's going to stop being like this for a while still.

You are bored out of your mind, the other villains are fully out and Mumbo looks like he's one loud noise away from folding onto himself and becoming a black hole... You haven't even begun discussing the actual plan to defeat the cult thing! And that's the whole reason why you are here.

So you cough up, you get everyones attention and the room's temperature drops. Everyone is staring at you, Boogeyman is frozen, the duck guy is intrigued, Xonorth just looks offended and the others seem to just be confused.

Mumbo tries to get your attention.

"Mother Spore!"

"..."

"What do you think you are doing???"

"..."

It's kinda sad to watch him struggling like this, you wonder why he came here in the first place when he's so socially anxious. . . He does deserve a bit of an explanation though, call it pity or call it sticking to your deal with him.

"I got bored"

. . .

"Wha-"

You turn.back towards the table, the room only growing more cold as you push fungi to grow in the corners and darker spots of the room.

"I'm sure everyone here was flattered to have been invited here... However I feel the current discussion isn't going anywhere."

Xonorth hits the table with his fists and Mumbo barely restrains himself from jumping back... Xonorth just snarls at you, quite pathetic really.

"These are matters between me and him, do not speak of that which is not any of your buisness Spore."

"They became my buisness...no, our buisness, when you decided to discuss it so boldy here in front of us during this meeting... And It's Mother Spore for your information."

"How dare you! You-"

"Really it is... surprising that you would divulge your own business so freely in front of so many people. Really, if said buisness was anything of worth you would have put yourself in quite the sticky situation. Of course, luckily for you, everything you have discussed thus far was truly a waste of everyone's time."

You hear the noise of someone covering up a laugh and something resembling a dying breath, you can guess the latter was Boogeyman, call it a hunch...

Behind Xonorth tendrils grow out and spread, the others don't really look impressed, so that's how he wants to play? His loss. You can do that as well, the wall behind You is soon covered in mycelium... He even tries to attack you, sending a tendril your way but you just sidestep it and grab it, as you keep hold on it as mushrooms begin to grow onto it until it is dried out completely and turns to dust.

"Me and Boogeyman were told there would be no fighting here, clearly we were lied to."

Here the casino owner is shocked out his stupor and moves to de-escalate the tension between you and the other.

"No! Ehm, I mean, I'm sure we can resolve this like civilized men."

Can you, you are no man and Xonorth is hardly civilized.

"We have still much to discuss after all. For example-"

"The plan. To deal with that...eggpire problem?"

"Ehm, why yes!"

"Perfect, then we'll stay here a while longer, just to hear the details"

You sit back down, Boogeyman is still frozen in place, you might have to check if he's still alive though, It's hard to tell still the way his breathing is so shallow.

"Recently I have discovered a banquet is going to be held by the Egg bastards and I got an in on how to get in."

Boogeyman unfreezes at that and still slightly shaken asks one very important question.

"And why do you need us?"

"You, I need you for some technical work to deal with some of their weirdly advanced protections, they spent a pretty huge amount of capital on protecting their egg... As for everyone else I might have a way in but we need power if we want to do anything against them"

"So? You want to crash this party then?"

"That's the plan, at least the basis of it"

". . . I see, guessing there's more of it."

"Of course, that's what I hoped all of you would join me in ironing out."

[presleyslilbaby]

~You Don’t Tease Me~

(50’s!Elvis X Reader)

(TW: Sexual public displays, fingering, orgasm denial, crude language, Elvis taking Reader's panties, potential misspellings-)

(For @jhoneybees Who gave me a good prompt after we discussed Elvis in this picture-)

"Yeah, uh...We was goin' to the studio if you'd like to come along." Elvis spoke, leaning in to your touch as you caressed his cheek oh-so-lovingly. "Mm. I'd like to go, sure." You replied. A smile crossed his gorgeously plump lips, and he leaned in to peck your own a few times. "That's a good Dolly. I was hopin' you'd say yes. Honestly, it's fun at the studio, but it ain't the same without you." He admitted, rising from the sofa and stretching his arms above his head. "Aww, Elvis," You giggled, rising from the sofa yourself. "Okay, let me go get ready and I'll be out-" "Baby, you already look so good." He pouted, trailing his fingers down your arm before grabbing your hand. "Let's just go, hm? You're already lookin' like the most gorgeous model I've seen." That caused your face to flush. No matter how many times he'd complimented you, it was something you somehow had never gotten used to.

On the way to the studio, your mind had wandered places perhaps it shouldn't have gone. While Elvis kept you satisfied in bed, you couldn't help but want more. Something more...Risky. So, as he drove the both of you to the studio, unbeknownst to him, you were already hatching a plan in your mind.

When you finally arrived, you played innocent the entire time, refusing to let him know what you planned to do even if a little bit. "El?" You called to him cutely. "Hm?" Elvis turned to you, lowering the glass he rose to his lips for a drink. "Can I stand up there with you?" You pouted, swinging your skirt side-to-side in an innocent gesture. He thought about it for a moment, glancing at the other Guys in the room before nodding with a gentle smile. "Sure thing, Baby." He agreed, opening his arms out for you in a beckoning gesture.

Perfect.

Swinging your hips as you walked up to him, you wrapped your arm around him in a soft embrace before turning yourself around to look at the lyrics propped up on the little podium. Of course, you weren't exactly paying attention, but you sure as hell had to pretend to. But as soon as Elvis began to sing, you knew it was the perfect time to begin your dirty little plan.

Pushing back against him, you could feel his body slightly tense with the action, one of his hands finding its way to your waist as if to keep you in line. But if you were being completely honest with yourself, you didn't give a shit. So, you decided to move slightly against him, rubbing your ass against his crotch. During a break in the song, Elvis leaned his head down to whisper in your ear. "Y/n, what're you doin'?" He asked. "I'm not doing anything." You innocently whispered back, giving him those sweet little puppy-dog eyes. He shook his head. "Bullshit you ain't. Behave." He growled, going right back to singing.

Behave...Now what kind of word was that? You weren't sure if you knew what that meant.

While you did behave yourself for a total of forty seconds max, you couldn't exactly go any longer before rubbing back against him again. His grip on your waist tightened as did the way his jaw clenched, and you knew you were in trouble when he growled "Li'l Girl, quit your shit," in your ear. But when you finally managed to make him grunt in pleasure, that's when Elvis decided enough was enough. "'Scuse me, Boys. I need to take five." He said, grabbing his empty glass and walking out of the room, pretending as if he was going to refill his water, but in reality knew you would follow. And when you had, he swiftly pulled you by the arm and into the bathroom where he immediately locked the door.

"The hell was that back there???" "It was just a little teasing." You replied with a little shrug. Pushing you against the wall, Elvis grabbed your jaw and tilted your head upwards to look at him, body pressing against yours. "Aw, you don't get to tease me like that. You're gettin' teased too."

Fuck yeah.

He pushed your skirt up and out of the way, forcing your legs open with his knee before diving his hand into your panties like it was nothing. "Why's this pussy wet, Baby? Did'ja wanna get off that bad?" He roughly asked, his voice low and sexy. You nodded, shivering when his long fingers brushed against your weeping slit. "Yeah...Wanted you to bend me over..." You admitted, hearing him scoff. "Well with that li'l stunt you pulled in front o' the Guys, you just lost that chance, Honey. You're lucky they didn't see what you was doin'." Slipping two fingers inside of you, he started pumping them in and out, quickly speeding up his pace until he was finger fucking you with wild abandon. You moaned loudly, spreading your legs wider for him out of pure need, rocking your hips in tempo with every thrust of his fingers. "Yeah, you like that, Baby? Like my fingers in ya'?" He asked hotly, leaning down to press his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. "Ahh...Yes...Oh, give me more, Elvis..." You begged.

Elvis didn't waste a single second of time stuffing another finger inside your tight cunt, pressing his thumb against your clit where he began to rub in circles. "Fuck...!" You gasped, arching your back. "Oh, good Girl. Let me hear that pretty voice sing." Grinning lewdly, he ran his tongue slowly along the column of your throat before stuffing yet another finger inside of you. "Gettin' close, Honey?" He wondered after a while of fingering. You nodded your head rapidly, panting and whining. But before you could orgasm, Elvis suddenly stopped rubbing your clit and pulled his fingers out of your pussy, lifting them to his mouth where he began to suck all of your juices off. "Aw, that's too bad, then. Guess ya' shouldn't have teased." He spoke, using his free hand to pull your panties off all the way where he then shoved them in his pocket. "Oh, and you don't need those." He smirked, giving you a wink before straightening you out.

That son of a bitch...

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[A]ctivities: What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He's a busy man, maybe he can't spend much time with you, but when he's with you, he'll spend this time in the best way.

He’d probably love to spoil you, buy you expensive stuff and take you shopping around, basically always wants to keep you close to him.

Probably take you out on expensive dates and to the most expensive restaurants, he will definitely love flaunting his wealth.

He knows how (and he will) make you happy even without using his wealth. Of course his presence alone is enough. So cuddling on the couch while you’re in his arms and he’s just playing with your hair, is another way to spend time together.

He's Mr. Creative date planner. He can take you to a wrestling match one night and surprise you by winning the prize.

He can take you to the farthest place outside the city and make a flower crown for you while you are sitting in the plain.

He can also invite you to his place to make funny clay sculptures together.

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[B]eauty: What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He thinks you’re beautiful, smart, intelligent, talented, witty, and just overall perfect.

"You're the best, Miss hunter, aren't you?" *murmuring into your ear*

He’s quite obsessed with you and the way you act and he loves every little thing about you.

Sylus especially likes the way you laugh and smile, and he likes it a lot when you look at him with your warm gentle eyes.

He loves your small, delicate hands, whenever he can, he’ll just hold your hand or caress it. (Or maybe he'll kiss the back of your hand, just to make you blush.)

He finds your eyes, lips, and every little detail about your face absolutely beautiful.

He’ll probably be obsessed with your scent even, and wants to constantly have you in his arms so that he would get to breathe it in.

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[C]omfort: How would they help their s/o when they feel down/ have a panic attack etc.?

Sylus immediately notices it if you’re feeling down and he would immediately come to comfort you.

He’d try to make you feel better by holding you and comforting you, probably telling you anything that could soothe you, while caressing your hair.

"Shhh... kitten. I'm here." *kissing your tears gently.*

He'll be really protective of you if you’re having a panic attack and wouldn’t let anyone who isn’t him get close to you.

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[D]reams: How they picture their future with their s/o?

He is not a dreamer and most of the time he's too realistic, he doesn't give himself false hope and prefers not to act like a fool.

Although sometimes...

Sometimes, He imagines you holding your children.

Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a mini version of you running around his depressing mansion like a duckling?

(This idea mostly comes to his mind when he sees you and the twins together.)

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[E]qual: Are they the dominate one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He is absolutely the dominant in the relationship, he’s also a possessive one. (Hee can also be a bit passive, specially when you're on your brave Miss hunter mood.)

"I don't mind if you save me, miss hunter."

Yes, Sylus doesn't need a kitten to save him, but if the kitten wants this... then he sat back and watches his kitten, fighting for him~

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[F]ight: Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Sylus probably won’t be easy to forgive in the beginning, it depends on the severity of whatever you did that you need to ask for forgiveness.

He would be the type to get really mad at first and would probably give you the cold shoulder, but also constantly making sure that he’s in your sight, just to piss you off.

but he’s also the type that probably won’t stay mad for long and will eventually forgive you and just go back to tease you about it for a while.

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[G]ratitude: How grateful are they in general?Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Sylus definitely is grateful for any and every thing that you do for him, the little things and big things.

If he is happy, if he smiles when he sees a pigeon, and if he buys groceries with more pleasure (he never buys them himself before), it's only because of you; Because he knows that a special person who's name is y/n, is waiting for him to try his cooking.

He knows you'll wait for him to get to the kitchen so you can hug him from behind or surprise him by poking his back.

"Is this your way of saying hello, kitten?... hmm? It's my turn now."

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[H]onesty: Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He does have a lot of secrets, he’s definitely the type too, but it’s mostly because most of them have to do with his work, which is illegal...?

he probably wouldn’t share them with you, mostly for your safety, but he would probably be completely vulnerable around you, you’re the only person that can and probably will be able to make him vulnerable.

Though he won’t say it, he would probably be scared of you getting hurt if you involved yourself in these things.

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[I]nspiration: Did their s/o changed them somehow, or the other way around? Like, trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Sylus definitely changed, because he developed feelings (though he’s not fully aware of them), and he slowly became more vulnerable when he was with you.

he also slowly started having certain thoughts and feelings (jealousy, possessiveness) that he didn’t use to have, but now that you’re in his life, it’s all starting to appear.

He still has lots of personal problems, he’s like a really closed off type, but if anyone knows how to open him up, it’s probably you.

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[J]ealousy: How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

Dragons are surely jealous and possessive... what's theirs it just for them.

He probably would get really, really jealous if other people talk to you or even look at you in a way that he doesn’t like.

he would probably try to stay cool on the outside, but in the inside he would be burning up and he would probably keep you by his side in some way, like having his hand around your waist or something.

"So you're here kitten, I was looking for you."

"Don't leave me behind or else you'll miss me." *raises an eyebrow*

He also gives a death glare to whoever is making him feels jealous.

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[K]isses: What are they kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you ? Where do they like to be kissed?

Sylus is pretty intense, especially if he’s the one to initiate the kiss. he would probably pull you close and press your body close to his, he would have his hand around your waist or holding the back of your head, pulling you in.

"Get use to it, kitten."

He likes to kiss your neck and lick the soft skin there, and he’d probably like it if you kissed his lips while holding the sides of his face.

Yes yes... his knees get weak when your lips meet his chin, brushing closer to his neck and ears.

"You're playing with fire, kitten."

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[L]ove Confession: How would they confess to their s/o?

His actions are usually shows how he feels, (and he waits... he waits for you to remember him and kiss him and then he'll kiss you back.)

But if you're to lost and he'll get impatient...

No... he won't be a stuttering mess. but as you’ve probably never seen him in this state, it can be a bit uncharacteristic and maybe even funny to see how he was usually so reserved and strong, but around you, all bets are off...

"Kitten, your IQ is really low." *Pulls the scarf around your neck and kisses you roughly.*

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[M]ornings: How are mornings spent with them?

He hates the day, so he definitely won't wake up earlier than you.

But on days when he wakes up earlier than you...

He likes looking at your peaceful sleeping face and admiring it for a while.

"What a brave kitty, peacefully asleep in the arms of a monster... should I tease you a little?" *biting your earlobe gently.*

He'll kiss and caress your face or hair, just gently admiring your presence and how beautiful you are.

when you wake up, he’ll probably hold you close to him and not let you leave his arms for a while.

"Stop moving miss hunter. The world is safe, so stay here a little longer." "Sylus, I need to pee..." "can't you hold it a little bit longer?"

after he’s finally let you out of his arms, he’d probably follow you to the bathroom and helps  you combing your hair.

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[N]ights: How are nights spent with them?

Sylus loves to tell you bedtime stories and probably tuck you in bed and won’t let you sleep until his story ends. (Each of the stories will have an unexpected ending for sure.)

He likes to watch you sleep peacefully and admire your face, caressing it sometimes, but mostly just holding you in his arms.

He will be the big-spoon and be very clingy, holding you to him so tight that you wouldn’t be able to leave even if you tried.

he’d probably kiss your face and run his hand through your hair while caressing your body, taking in your scent and feel of your skin.

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[O]pen: When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

He Hides Things about Himself. he wouldn’t reveal too much about himself, especially the illegal stuff he does for his work.

but he would probably reveal some things slowly to you once he’s sure he can trust you and once he’s sure that you won’t try to run away from him, he’d also probably trust you more as time passes and would be more and more vulnerable and open about himself.

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[P]DA: Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with they're s/o infront of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. When others are watching?

Sylus will definitely be upfront about it, he wouldn’t really care if other people see...

he actually loves to flaunt his relationship with you, he’d put his hand around your waist and hold you close.

"Come here, kitten."

Sylus wouldn’t be shy when it comes to kissing or showing affection to you in front of other people.

And be knows he has to be 'Sky' infront of your friends, but it's okay...

he'll be the Sky, and he'll be infront.

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[Q]uirk: Random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship?

He is a giant human heater. His body is always warm.

You can hug him on cold winter nights and you won't need a blanket anymore.

Is your period painful this month? Sylus is here to massage your belly with his warm hands.

When you’re kissing, you can feel your lips are burning. 

When he's kissing your skin? You feel like you're melting every time his lips brush over your skin.

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[R]omance: How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliche or rather creative?

Sylus us the type to be extremely romantic when it comes to you. And he has his own special way of expressing his affection and love to you.

he’d do anything for you, the things he would do for you can be both cliche (like bringing you to expensive restaurants and buying you expensive things) and creative (like writing you love poems and letters)

Let me count... He gave you a ring, he gave you a handmade flower crown? And he carried you around to show people that you're his lover... he let you win in every game? (This one is not that correct, specially in kitty cards...)

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[S]ecurity: How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?

Sylus is the type to step in front and shield you from any danger, he wants to protect you at all costs. 

he would only let you ‘protect’ him if and only if he’s in a vulnerable state, probably after an injury or after a very hard mission, where he would let you take care of him (in the most caring and loving way of course.)

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[T]ry: How much effort would they put into dates , anniversaries, gifts and everyday tasks?

He would very much put a lot of effort into every date, anniversary or gifts that he gets you.

Sylus would constantly put 110% effort in making sure that the date, the gift and the anniversary are absolutely perfect for you, but he won't be that anxious to get your response to it.

He knows he has done a great job.

"You're face shows that you're happy, miss hunter. Now, what you'll give me instead? I'll wait to see your special gift for me."

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[U]nderstanding: How good do they know their s/o? Are they empathetic?

Sylus knows you at a really deep level, he knows you inside and out at this point. 

he’s surprisingly empathetic and he notices the little details about you, probably how you move your hand when you’re nervous, what you actually mean when you’re not expressing it verbally, and the way you respond to things, and all subtle details in between.

Sylus definitely understands you completely and is really good at figuring out what you’re thinking without you actually saying anything.

"Of course I know my kitten... I know her very well."

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[V]alue: How important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?

The relationship with you means everything to him, it’s his top priority.

he’d probably even abandon his work or anything just so he can come and save you if you’re in danger.

Sylus can and will give up everything for you if you wanted him to. 'Everything' even if it's his own life.

(Don't make me sad, don't make me cry... *I'm crying in the background*)

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[W]ild card: A random fluff headcanon.

Sylus likes to give you massages, especially massaging your scalp because you always look cute when he does it.

"You know what you look like now?" *smirks*

"a kitten who enjoys receiving scalp massage."

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[X]OXO: Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Sylus is just a giant dragon who love cuddling (secretly) and he's incredibly affectionate and clingy, especially when it’s just the two of you.

He’d love to hold and kiss you any chance he gets and he’ll always seek some sort of physical contact like holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist.

Whenever you’re close to him, he’ll probably have his hands all over you, especially on your hips, waist, thighs and hair. He likes your hair.

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[Y]earning: How will they cope when they're missing their s/o?

Sylus would be really restless if he misses you a lot, but he'll try to keep himself busy with work so he doesn’t think too much about you.

He'll finally give up and call you just so he can hear your voice.

"Why did I call?... hmm... no reason." *silence*

"just wanted to hear your voice, kitten. How was your day 'without me'?"

he might also become a little more clingy and possessive when you’re reunited with him because he missed you so much.

(He'll send Mephisto to stalk you all the time.)

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[Z]eal: Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Sylus is absolutely willing to go to any length for your relationship.

he’d do absolutely anything, he’d break any law or rule for you, because he has a sort of tunnel vision when you’re involved.

As I said, he’d probably throw away anything and everything for you if that’s what it takes for the relationship to last (work, reputation, material things, money, people)

He will die for you, he will kill for you and no matter how hard is life for him, he'll be back to you if it's what you want.

"The bond between us will never be lost."

[lttl3babybug]

Hiiii i love your agere supernatural posts! Ummm I'm sorry if this is a big ask but would you ever think about writing cg!team free will hcs? Like the whole trio(maybe jack if it's not too much) :) feel free to ignore this :3

Hi I can totally do this!! I fear there’s no jack since I’m only on season 7 so i know very little about him but maybe check back up in a few and I can see if I dan write some stuff for jack!!

Cg!Team Free Will Headcanons!

📓🍔🪽Having all three of them watch over you is either the greatest idea of the worst

📓🍔🪽On one hand that’s three sets of eyes to watch you

📓🍔🪽On the other hand it’s Sam, Dean and Cas watching you

📓🍔🪽One of them turns their back they all turn their back to make sure everything is safe

📓🍔🪽They all have very clashing styles of caring for you but at the end of the day they just want to keep you happy

📓🍔🪽Course Sam loves one on one very hands on activities with you

📓🍔🪽Encouraging you to learn and explore

📓🍔🪽That is until you’re outside and he turns to grab something and suddenly Cas has got you splashing in puddles and crouching to watch bees on flowers

📓🍔🪽Course Cas doesn’t particularly understand humans so having you is like getting to learn from both parts of the spectrum

📓🍔🪽He loves taking you outside to look at flowers and feed the ducks

📓🍔🪽Once again until Dean comes and scoops you up

📓🍔🪽He so has a hot wheels track for himself you to play with

📓🍔🪽He’s more relaxed, not bothering with the educational cartoons or books

📓🍔🪽Not that he won’t watch or read them if you want to but if it were up to him he’d be sat cuddled up on the couch watching tmnt and scooby doo with you all day long

📓🍔🪽They’re all amazing in their own separate ways but can also be great when they all come together

📓🍔🪽Playing pretend is one way they all come together, playing restaurants or shopping

📓🍔🪽House is a personal favourite between them

📓🍔🪽You’re always the baby (of course) Sam and Dean are the dad or big brother and Cas is the..dog

📓🍔🪽He doesn’t particularly understand how to ‘pretend to be a mom’ so he’s quite happy to just sit and have you pet him while occasionally going ‘woof’

📓🍔🪽Breakfast time is all out

📓🍔🪽Pancakes galore between the lot of you, Sam making beautiful fluffy pancakes while Cas skips fruit and decorates them for you

📓🍔🪽Course what neither of them know is while they’re not looking Dean is sneaking gummy bears into your pancakes

📓🍔🪽However once he’s caught he’s made to go sit by you on the couch till breakfast is ready

[zeighost]

Op, if may I also add on the oh so many possibilities of the group ™️ encountering an actual Prophet

Instead of a song fic, imagine if you will:

(This will be set after Cale slayed the White Star)

As Cale learnt previously, the book he once read doesn't apply anymore. So thus when he learned that there's a self-proclaimed prophet somewhere in the Eastern parts, he was surprised but did not believe it at first. He's curious, and as they say the Curiosity killed the cat but knowledge brought it back. (And the children are curious and excited about potentially meeting a person who can see into the future, Sue him for giving into their cuteness)

If this so called prophet actually existed, why did they come out now? Of all times? Where were they when White Star and Arm were going around and causing chaos? Questions for later... Nevertheless, this isn't a big matter, Cale brought the only Eruhaben, Raon, Ron, and Choi Han with him (as it could easily turn to be some random person just playing with magic, they didn't expect to actually meet someone with the magic of foresight). (don't ask me why I chose them, I got no clue, they're the first ones that came to my mind)

You can imagine the setting however you want, I'm not most of the creative people, but we can go classic and take inspo from the Odisey and say this guy lived in a barely decorated cave or something. The walls decorated with random sketches with charcoal (for extra dramatic-ness, cus why would they use a pen like a normal person when they're not /j) that give off a weird, yet slightly creepy vibe.

They looked like pictures of random moments in time that the group didn't understand. Possibly random snippets that came to them while using the power that they suddenly aquired (blame GoD)

Now. I'm a huge enjoyer of Identity reveal fics, and unfortunately I'm still on the cp 358 of the novel so I don't know it all but I was spoiled quite bit, and thus I know that Choi Han knows about Kim Rok Soo but I'm not sure about anyone else (other than Alberu, but idk just how much he knows)

SO. Basically, stay with me on this, when they meet the so-called-Prophet, they start asking few questions to confirm that their power is 💯 a real thing and not some fake news. And as it turns out, it is a real thing! Surprising as it is, and as it turns out, they can also see the glimpses of someone's past.

Cake just didn't expect that they could see into his past life and lay it bare for everyone to see. His recruitment by the Team Leader, the Apocalypse happening, Rok Soo's death and revival to this world and so so!

I just might write a fic, who knows? Happy New Years!!

can we get an animatic for ogCale Henituse and Kim Rok Soo with 'No Longer You' from EPIC the musical pls

Like. really fitting for both of them, and a few others, but I have no idea how to make those.

Snippet:

"I see you on the brink of death. I see you draw your final breath."

"I see a man who gets to make it home alive, but it's no longer you."

[the-blossica-fan]

Either this can be intergrated into an AU or just a scenario but

How do you think people find out about Vertin's scar? The only possible person to know is likely Madam Z, Tooth Fairy and Constantine. Maybe Matilda, Sonetto and Mesmer might have seen it when they were kids but idk.

(The only person we can definitely say is Arcana and Schneider so far)

What would be the reaction to said scar if anyone realises this is probably Vertin being experimented on? (We honestly still no nothing so this is just headcanon ideas so have fun!)

Oh don't worry, I will have fun 😈/silly

Mmmm, quite interesting though. I hadn't thought about it.

Tooth Fairy definitely knows about the scar and has been wondering about it ever since. She's her doctor so every time she had to do a check up on Vertin because she felt "sick" (excuse) she could see that weird shaped scar.

She has asked Vertin about it but she gets no response other than "I don't know"

She doesn't know or suspect it's because of an experiment, but she does know Vertin is quite a unique child. She stopped asking after a while but still makes sure it's just a scar every time she checks, even now when Vertin is 16

Madam Z also knows, mostly because Tooth Fairy went to ask her about the scar and then she went to check herself.

She is the one persisting more about that scar with Constantine and the others, she still gets no response from them. She has her suspicion on them but Vertin doesn't seem to be in a bad health and is pretty healthy.

It's not a big issue per say, a weird scar on her forehead, no one pays mind to it so she has to stay quiet.

As for how they'd react if it turned out to be an experiment, it would be quite mixed.

Sonetto would be terrified and shocked, she would try to get answers from Constantine but gets none. It's scary to think that the foundation you gave your life to has been experimenting on children.

Though she wouldn't leave or question her loyalty, she would be more appalled to work with them and would stick if Vertin more.

Matilda is another case of being unable to do anything. She's not as loyal to the foundation as Sonetto but she's still held high, she can't just do something against them.

She's terrified and keeps thinking of all those opportunities they had to experiment on her. She's the youngest to graduate from the SPDM so she has seen the teachers be more weird towards her.

She can do something though, she can make sure that no one else suffers through the same by keeping watch on the SPDM children. That's her role.

Mesmer probably already knows. Listen, she's being manipulated by Constantine into acting like a Mesmer, she knows at least something. She doesn't really want to do anything to Vertin so she doesn't participate but she has seen some things.

Now, Madam Z is livid. She's been discussing politically about the moral of this experiment and has made a couple rules to stop it that are yet to be accepted.

Much like in Chapter 4, she tries to get the others to accept these rules in order to stop the experiment. Since this is such huge news, of course many departments end up taking Z's side.

I think this would play out similarly to Chapter 4, as in trying to clear an injustice within the foundation. However, they truly can't leave the foundation or else they would have no support or help. Vertin still needs them and the others need their support as well. They can't leave but they certainly can keep a watch on the younger ones in the foundation.

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Ellen McLain’s commentary from my trivia playthrough

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also "textless" versions of these, wahooo