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Eight full bodies, holy smokes???
User @ballcrusher74 I hope you know Faux plagues me daily whenever I feel down. and is also very spindly to draw, that's always fun.
if the cut-off for the close ups here break I'll fucking kill someone.
I hate paper it distorted thy perfectly good Faux!!!
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I no wanna ballpen this what if it ruins
#LETHAL COMPANY#Lethal Company employee#Lethal Company OC#My Arto#This started out as a thing I drew while I was dejecte#HOW DID I GET HERE?????#this deserved its own post#traditional art#I love colored pens#I love drawing goofy silly extendo characters that aren't limited by the human bones and flesh#While yes I could draw my own characters for this too that's not very fun is it#I need to start drawing nutcrackers agai#I needa draw nutcrackers killing peopl#This was also an excuse to apply the stylization I learnt about feet and shoes.#APPRECIATE THE DYNAMIC FEET RIHT FUCKSIN NORU (threat#Okay but why do I often draw Faux in a pose like this and pointing at something#Is that just the vibe he radiates#Is that just the goofy silly peering through#Do I just love making Faux point at absolutely nothing?#Anyway I find it funn y that the spooky face and silly face is evenly split in fours#and the ones with legs SHUT is four and. well#you see the others correct?#Ignore the random ass green I was looking for the yellow but I picked wrong.#It's for better contrast....ig
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Winter Series Day 6: Teenage Crush
Summary: how he's in love with you featuring the original Robin trio
A/N: was i emotional when i wrote this? yes, no thanks to remembering jason was the sweetest and cheerful robin at the height of 4' 6" in-canon
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Robin!Dick:
Daredevil, gremlin child, and the nightmare of all of Gotham’s villains was what Robin!Dick was known for. But at the end of the day, he’s just a boy that’s completely gone for you. He can’t and doesn’t let you catch a break as he constantly pokes you from starting the silliest arguments to putting on a show of his routines he used to do back in his family’s circus. Not once does he approach you like a normal person. One day he’d be creeping silently behind you, suddenly asking what you’re doing right into your ear while peering over your shoulder. The next, he would simply stand in front of you and wait for you to notice. He pouts when it seems like it’s taking you too long, though he does appreciate getting the time to engrave your form and the other expressions you make when he’s not annoying you. All of this, he does constantly, almost every other day in fact, because in his mind and heart, you are the best thing to ever enter and be in his life. It amplifies his haughtiness, silliness, goofiness, and sass as he does everything in hopes that he could strike a chance with you. So when he comes back from a long mission and you express any indiction of concern and how you missed him, his smile stretches from ear to ear, his heart fluttering from how you care for him. Of course he would probe to hear more, his desire of wanting to hear your thoughts on him but he still manages to stop himself from overdoing it. During the times when you pull an uno-reverse card on him unexpectedly, he gets extremely flustered and flushed from his “impress to woo the other person over” backfiring big time and instead, he’s falling for you all over again.
Robin!Jason:
Despite his height, he’s considered the cheerful and bright one as he steals the hearts of the Titans after a single mission, and makes Batman of all people laugh. Have you in the room and he lights the whole place from how much he glows. Before heading to you, he sniffs his uniform to make sure it doesn’t smell like cigarettes. If it has the faintest scent of it, he goes back to the cave to change into a new one, doing so even more after learning how second-hand smoking can cause cancer. At some point he gets fed up with sniffing and changing so many times, he starts going through all the tricks to quit smoking even faster. Time to time, he brings something small, making excuses including the classic “saved an old lady crossing the road” on his way as a rose gets placed into your hands. He’s notably chattier and laughing more around you, enjoying whatever the two of you talk about even if it’s mundane and boring. He can’t help it when your passion, laughter, excitement, and smiles are infectious. His love for you is so pure that he’d be satisfied with simply being by your side, his one wish being that he can bring you as much happiness as you do for him. Time to time when you get a burger combo meal, seemingly to believe that’s his favorite based on the one time he mentioned about his memory with it whether it’s to welcome him back from a long while or randomly he gets fuzzy, warm, and the heart palpitations while he shares the meal with you. You make him feel that his life is complete, that he won the whole world which motivates him to become a better person, a “good guy” as they all say, so he can stay with you even if he ends up not being your end game.
Robin!Tim:
He’s known as the smart one as well as the one that sacrificed his chance of normal for the sake of saving Batman and currently, Gotham. You were never part of his plan as he already envisioned how his life as Batman's sidekick would look like but here he is, completely smitten for you as he figures out ahead how to approach you when he catches you hanging out. Image training, standing in front of the mirror and going through his lines and poses until Alfred caught him doing it once. Now he does it after locking his door, double, triple checking he was going to get his little gig right so he can look cool when he appears in front of you. Take the “yapper and listener” meme. That’s his relationship with you where he’s serenaded by your voice and won’t ever get sick of listening to it. If you were to express anything you need or want, he gets it and leaves it where he was standing or sitting with a small note attached. He’s also guilty of abusing his alternative identities and disguises so he could extend his time with you even outside of being Robin. Not that you would ever know as he has no intentions any time soon to out himself. There’s no other reason for him being this extra other than that you are the one that gives him the comfort and relief he needs. You are his solace that makes his self doubt disappear and everything he has done worth it. So when you do any skin ship including the scandalous hand holding, he’s equivalent to the red on his suit and mute from how conscious he gets from feeling you extremely close to him. Also gets him to forget to breathe but that’s not the issue here.
#dick grayson#dick grayson x reader#nightwing#nightwing x reader#jason todd#jason todd x reader#red hood#red hood x reader#tim drake x reader#tim drake#red robin x reader#red robin dc
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Kings and Jesters
♕ summary: zoro x f!reader - a silly game on the Thousand Sunny causes Zoro to confront his feelings about their newest member. Based on my original bullet point HC here.
♕ tags: fluff, first kiss, sfw
♕ wordcount: ~2.2k
♕ read on AO3
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Zoro was drunk. He needed to think and therefore was on his second bottle of hard liquor. He always did his best thinking when he was drunk, right?
Zoro thought long and hard about you. What was it about you? Why did he keep feeling himself drawn to you? Whatever it was, he was done letting you in so carelessly. He would not let you invade his mind. He had decided whatever he was feeling was most definitely not romantic feelings. He was sure of it. He would make sure of it.
After coming to this decision he continued to sit back on the bird's nest and enjoy his drink, all the while he desperately tried to tune out the charades taking place on the main deck. One voice in particular, he begged to stop hearing.
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It was a silly drinking game.
You were the one who introduced this game to the Strawhat crew, and everyone was having a blast. The game involved drinking, stupid challenges, and inconsequential punishments. Everything a silly party game needs.
After you introduced the game to the Strawhat crew, they picked it up in stride. The game was called “King” and it involved competing in a handful of goofy challenges in which the winner of each round was crowned the King and the rest of the losers had to drink. The King was then allowed to penalize one of the losers by implementing a punishment- which was usually making them complete some sort of dare. Additionally, to add incentive, Nami decided she would be collecting a “Cowards Fee” on anyone who didn’t want to complete their dare. Suffice to say, everyone was going through with them.
In other words, it was a fast, fun way to get wasted.
The Sunny was sailing into an autumn climate and the air was chilly. You were grateful for the fireplace Franky had built as you felt the gentle breeze glide along your back. You smiled as you watched Sanji bring out a tray of marshmallows towards Chopper, who perked up at the idea of sweets. The moon was nearly full and everyone had finally settled around the fireplace living off of the alcoholic buzz and comradery that the game created. Well, almost everyone.
Sanji cried out in anguish as the whole crew choked on their laughter. Franky was the previous winner and had declared that Sanji would be punished by eating a bite of a dangerously spicy pepper he had picked up on a previous island. It was not a pretty sight.
They had all come up with pretty good punishments this round. Usopp was forced to hold a spider that Robin found under the deck, Luffy was punished by Usopp, who dared him to jump into the ocean—given that Usopp would rescue him shortly after— and sweet Chopper made Robin give him a head massage behind his ears. Of course, Robin didn’t think this was much of a punishment, and happily scratched Chopper's head.
“I WIN!” Nami shouted, jumping up and looking devilishly at the crew. Who knew Nami would be so good at card games?
Nami peered around at the crew grinning as she thought about what punishment would bring the most entertainment.
“Pick me Nami ~” Sanji said, earning an eye roll from the orange haired girl. “Punish me please ~” She ignored his begging, but this did give her an idea. She suddenly turned towards you. You flinched under her mischievous gaze. You had been spared all night and now had a bad feeling it was about to become your turn. Just as predicted, her finger shot out and pointed straight at you.
“Y/N. Don’t get cocky because you’re new on this ship. Stand up!”
You got up from your seated position chuckling nervously at Nami’s antics. You doubted she would give you something too terrible, she’s been very protective of you since you boarded the Sunny. The Strawhats all cheered as you walked over to Nami, hooting and hollering for a good punishment.
Nami slapped her hand across your shoulders, “Alright, Y/N. As a guest on this ship you must show your gratitude to the crew! I demand you give one of our crewmates a kiss! I’ll even be nice and let you choose who, though I think the answer is easy enough.” Nami said, batting her eyelashes at you.
Your eyes widened, mouth agape, you couldn’t find the words to respond. You could feel your ears turn red as the whole crew exploded in excitement. Sanji went comatose.
“Nami… I don’t know about this.” You complained, “I don't know if I’m comfortable with a …kiss.”
“What’s wrong? Too many good options?” Shouted out Franky, “Choose me! I’ll definitely make it SUPER!”
“It’s just a small kiss. No need to read into it,” said Robin.
Sanji, staggered to his feet, “Y/N, I would be honored if you chose me as a representative of this ship, to bestow a k-k-kis-” he stopped to cover his nose as a jet of blood shot from it and he collapsed back again.
Luffy protested, “But I’m the Captain! I’m the representative of the ship!”
“Luffy, do you really want Y/N to kiss you?” questioned Usopp.
“What? No. I’m just sayin’ I’m the Captain!”
“SO! Y/N, who is it going to be?” Nami interrupted, stopping the crew from getting too off-topic.
“Guys, I really don’t know about this. It’s not really something I’m, particularly… experienced in.” You beg your face to stop changing colors but feel your cheeks betraying you.
“What do you mean?” Robin pressed, “Have you ever kissed anyone?”
You desperately try to avoid eye contact. “Uh…”
The deck of the Sunny suddenly went silent and you felt your embarrassment deepen even more. Suddenly everyone exploded in astonishment and reinvigorated competition.
“Oh. My. God.” Nami couldn’t believe it, “This changes everything. ALRIGHT EVERYONE! This is now a competition to see who deserves to receive Y/N’s first kiss!”
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Zoro’s drunken brooding was interrupted by shouts and arguing. He shifted from where he sat, the shouts weren’t in fear or danger, but emotions were definitely high. Luffy’s laugh pierced through the yells. What the hell are those idiots doing?
Zoro stood up and stumbled a little, suddenly feeling the liquor working through his veins. Zoro descended the birdnest’s ladder and staggered towards the main deck. As he turned the corner an odd scene appeared before him. Zoro couldn’t quite make out what the argument was about, but he heard everyone shouting over each other.
“I’m the one who initiated the dare in the first place! So I’m the obvious choice here! It’s only fair!” screamed Nami, pulling hard on Usopp’s ear who yelped out in pain.
“Oh yeah?” Usopp winced, “Well I was the best kisser in all of Syrup Village! It should be me!”
“That’s nice, but if we are basing this on experience, the older members should be at the top of the list. Right, Franky?” Robin asserted.
“RRRRRRRRRIGHT AS ALWAYS, ROBIN!” Franky posed showing off his muscles, “Y/N! Robin and I are obviously the best choices!”
Sanji was incoherent, struggling to stop his still bleeding nose. All that could be heard was a pathetic beg, “Please… Please… Y/N’s first… Please…”
Luffy and Chopper sat back laughing at the whole crew, uninterested in the prize and stuffing their cheeks with marshmallows.
“What the hell is goin’ on here?” Zoro said gruffly.
You jumped slightly. You were so focused on the chaos that was taking place in front of you that you didn’t notice Zoro walking up.
“Oh, Zoro. Uh… We were playing a game and…” You struggled to get the words out.
Zoro waited, watching you squirm with cheeks flushed. This is unfair.
You launched into a story, something about a game and a punishment, but Zoro wasn’t following. He was just staring, watching the way your lips formed each word. One might say he was distracted. Thankfully, he tuned back in to hear the conclusion.
“- and so now everyone is arguing about who’s going to get my… first kiss. I guess. It’s all so dumb, I just want this to be over with.” you said burying your face in your hands as you heard Nami smack Sanji’s head back down after he had finally gotten back up.
“They’re what?” Zoro finally comprehended the implications of this punishment. Y/N’s first kiss…
“I know, I don’t know how to get out of this. Nami will probably bleed my pockets dry if I bail out. Probably best to just choose someone and get it over with.” You peeked out of your hands up at him. You were getting redder by the second.
Zoro looked at the brawling party and then back to you. His chest hurt.
“First kiss, how stupid.” he mumbled.
“I know! That’s what I’m trying to tell everyo--”
There was a crash and suddenly Zoro’s hands were gripping your face, and before you could process it, his lips were crashing into yours.
It was nothing like you imagined your first kiss would go. It was clumsy and he tasted like liquor. One of his hands gripped your jaw and the other tangled in your hair. You could barely keep up with his pace. One of your hands gripped his shirt and the other gripped his arm to ground yourself. His tongue was gliding over yours forcefully, you squeeked at the unfamiliar sensation, which only seemed to encourage Zoro.
It only lasted around 10 seconds, but when Zoro finally broke the kiss you couldn’t move. Your whole body felt like jelly. His face hovered close to yours, eyes barely open, as if he couldn’t decide whether or not to continue. He suddenly took a long step back, clearing his throat and touching his mouth with his fingers.
All members of the Strawhat crew were staring, mouths wide open. Zoro’s bottle of liquor was still spilling out from where he dropped it.
There was a beat, then the crew fell into disarray.
Zoro ignored the ruckus happening next to him and struggled to look down at you. He shouldn’t have done that. He finally mustered up the courage to look at you and noticed you were an alarming shade of red. If steam started coming out of your ears he wouldn’t be surprised. Your mouth hung slightly open, lips slightly swollen from his rough kiss, he could tell you were struggling to register what had just happened. He froze as you looked up at him.
It was like he got punched in the gut. You were incredibly flustered, your eyes slightly watery, and your hair disheveled. His breath hitched. God, what did I just do?
He quickly looked away, struggling to maintain his composure. Trying to look anywhere besides you. Seeing you this flustered after a simple kiss was not going to help his current crisis. Suddenly a sob broke through the noise and Zoro turned to see who it was coming from.
Sanji was on the floor crying, looking straight at Zoro, “How… HOW COULD YOU! YOU BEAST!”
He jumped up, joined by all the other competitors for your first kiss. Chopper knocked down Zoro’s legs and he fell onto his stomach, Usopp jumped on his back and grabbed his hair, yanking it back and yelling back, “How was that fair, you jerk!”
Sanji took advantage of the fallen Zoro and got a few weak kicks in, still wiping the tears from his eyes. He can’t even speak, he’s too furious, seeing Zoro kiss a woman was the nail on his mental coffin. Luffy can’t stop laughing.
“They’re RIGHT Zo-Bro,” Franky says, twisting his arm to engage his weapons-left, “I never heard the lady give her permission.”
“Hey! Argh! Stop it! What’s the big deal? It’s just a first kiss! I’ve never done that before either, it’s nothing!”
There was a second pause while everyone took in this new information. Robin, unaware she was about to rub salt in wounds, spoke up, "So, you’re each other's first kiss?"
Zoro struggled against his crew and managed to look at you. The second you make eye contact neither of you could hold back the blush that made its way across your cheeks and up to your ears.
The crew bursts into hysterics once again.
Unable to withstand the attention and incapable of processing everything that just happened, you turned around and ran off into the women’s bunks. Gotta cool my head, gotta cool my head, gotta cool my head— What was that?!
The crew watched as you retreated, then got in a few more blows to berate and beat Zoro. After a while everyone felt satisfied that Zoro had been appropriately punished, and left him alone. But Zoro didn’t move, he stayed facedown on the lawn of the Sunny, defeated. He was in time out, trying to think about his actions.
He heard Usopp goofing around with Luffy and Chopper, bragging about how he alone managed to defeat the feared pirate hunter Zoro. Sanji had also dragged himself away sniffling, leaving to make the crew some hot cocoa before bed per Chopper’s request. Finally the deck was silent once again.
Zoro finally sat up, looking down at his own hands, “She didn’t need to run off like that, it’s not a big deal.” He spoke out loud, still trying to convince his crew, but mostly himself.
Just then, Robin sprouted a hand from his back and slapped him on top of the head.
He looked up at Robin in disbelief, “Not your best move, Swordsman,” she said from a distance and walked away.
It’s possible that Zoro does not do his best thinking when he is drunk.
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author's notes: hope that was a little more fun than the original bullet points. this was originally in a much longer slow-burn story that I decided to ditch, so it's been written for awhile. I might just post the fun parts of that story and edit them to make sense as a one-shot. As always thanks to @nanpecan for editing, go read her nanami fic, it rulez
#I simply didn't have the stamina or skills to write the longer story I had building in my head#kept finding myself ditching the boring story building bits to write my fav romance tropes lmao#defo better at getting the shorter stuff done#ill leave the longer epics for my maladaptive daydreams before I go to sleep#zoro#one piece#zoro x reader#zoro hc#zoro one shot#one piece hc#one piece one shot#os#one piece fan fic#one piece fic#fanfic#one piece fanfiction#zoro fanfiction#roronoa zoro#roranoa zoro x reader#one piece headcanon#zoro headcanon#mine
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Hi, happy new year!! I hope you're doing great! 🎊🎆
This is genuinely so random but I would love to request fluffy windbreaker boys (choji, sakura, suo, etc etc.) reacting to their s/o calling them for help because they got hurt ... but it's just a tiny scar ! I wanna know how they would react if they found their s/o acting dramatic over a small scratch lol 😭
this request is vv cute, i don’t write for choji so i swapped him with kaji!! thank you anon and happy new year to you as well <333 ~ aria!
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𓂃⋆.˚ these guys are somehow patient as ever... ── ★
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★ how the windbreaker boys would react to an apparently “injured” s/o. gn!reader btw!!
★ mentions of blood, cuts, injuries, etc. for kaji, reader works in a cafe i just picked something random for the plot.
• wb m.list • as always, reblogs are appreciated!
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★ he's just in awe...
“Did you just snicker at me?” you raised a brow in annoyance, shooting an expectant glance at Suo as he worked gently to wrap a bandage around your hand. Your question only seemed to amuse him more, the smirk plastered on his face began to stretch out to a smile as he tried to hold back his bubbling giggles. “Hmph~ I could’ve bled to death you know.” you pouted at him again - even you knew it wasn’t that serious of a cut, but here he was making you feel like an idiot for waking him up at the crack of dawn because you couldn’t cut an avocado properly.
“I’ve had nose bleeds more crucial than this~ you’re going to be fine my love.” he coed at you through his goofy smile, letting out a few breathy chuckles as he spoke.
The cut was right between your thumb and index finger, which was genuinely an annoying place to get a cut. You woke up this morning and for some reason decided to play master chef, wanting to surprise Suo with breakfast in bed. As you began cutting into the avocado, cutting through the skin and around the inner pit, you had failed to realize your hand was in the way of a full 360° cut. You pushed the knife down with a force you’d usually only use if your flesh wasn’t in the way, but of course, you didn’t notice until it was too late.
A fair amount of blood had gushed out at first, but the wound stopped bleeding by the time Suo had woken up to your frantic calls from the kitchen. He all but hopped out of bed and sprang straight to your side. When you lifted the paper towel you were using to soak up some of the blood in your hand, his eyes darted between you and the cut before he let out a sigh of relief - and slight disbelief. Without saying a word, he grabbed your hand and guided you into the bathroom, sitting you down on the toilet as he rummaged through the cabinet below the sink for the first aid kit.
As he made the final rotation around your hand, he pulled the end of the bandage tightly. You winced a bit and watched as he tucked it snug under itself. Suo looked up at you, still smiling.
“Does your ouchie feel ok now?” he said in a mocking tone, standing before you with your hands in his to bring you up with him.
“Fuck you, this wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t trying to do something nice for you…” you pouted again and looked away, feeling rather silly and unaccomplished for not being able to finish breakfast.
“Miraculously, you didn’t get any blood on the food. How about you sit down and I finish breakfast, hmm? Don’t want you working yourself too hard when you’re oh so injured, my poor baby~” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him, ignoring the disgruntled look on your face and planting a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “No more knives for you, yeah?” he chuckled softly against your skin.
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★ has no idea what's going on...
“S-sakura! I’m serious! I don’t think I can walk like this, can you please come get me?” your words came out like sobs over the call, but of course, Sakura was already sprinting to you the second you said you were hurt. He got to the street you were on and peered down every alley until he spotted you on the ground leaned against the wall of a building, clutching your ankle in pain. He immediately ran over to you and fell to his knees beside you. He was panting from the run there and his eyes scanned your body for any visible signs of injury.
“Hey-hey, its ok. What happened? Did someone hurt you!? Who was it?” Before even assessing the scene before him, Sakura was in a frenzy. He was practically seething at the thought of someone hurting you, yet his hands began to wrap around you gently, contrasting his demeanor. You gazed into his eyes for a few moments before glancing over at the culprit, beaconing his eyes to follow yours.
“A…a soda can…?” his angered expression twisted into a dopy look of confusion. He looked at the can a few seconds longer before looking down at your ankle and noticing that your foot was aligned just fine. His eyes then met yours again. “Did you…just trip on the can?”
“Y-yeah, and I fell and scraped the palms of my hands too. It hurts Sakura…c-can you carry me?” you sniffled, bringing one hand up to wipe your tear stained cheeks. For a moment, he looked at you in disbelief. You caught his expression and furrowed your brows at him. “I’m serious! What if it’s sprained!?”
“Well, is it?” he asked cluelessly as he scratched the back of his head.
“How should I know!?” you shot back, upset that he wasn’t taking you seriously.
“I-I just wanna make sure! Did you try walking on it?” he was still a bit confused but his voice was laced with genuine concern.
“No, that’ll just hurt even more, please I don’t want it to hurt~” you pouted up at him, your eyes glossy as they looked into his. He couldn’t bear the sight of you this distressed anymore.
“No no, don’t worry baby it’s gonna be ok...” he scoured his brain for the right words to use, nervous to upset you any further. “I-I can carry you home and we’ll uh…figure it out from there. I’m gonna make you feel better though I promise. Please stop crying...” he pushed any possible doubt from his mind and wrapped his arms under your body, lifting you up bridal style. He gave you a warm smile as your body molded comfortably against his.
He walked you home and laid you down in bed, placing an ice pack over your ankle before laying down next to you. He comforted you in your fragile state until you drifted off to sleep, and eventually, you kicked the ice pack off your ankle as your body shifted in the bed. Sakura let out a sigh of relief, glad that you had finally stopped crying and that by the morning you’d believe his love and a little ice healed your supposedly broken ankle.
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★ you're lucky he loves you...
panting, heaving, covered in sweat and slightly more scuffed than usual - your knight in shining armor, ren kaji, makes his grand entrance to save you. even from way behind the counter, you could see the subtle smirk forming at the corner of his mouth as he gazed upon your hopeful expression.
"I came as soon as I got your text, is everything ok?" his eyes scanned over you and the rest of the cafe, checking for any signs of struggle.
well, you didn't expect him to run here like your life was in danger. you began to feel a bit small under his gaze, thinking of how to tell him what happened. he walked closer to you on the other side of the counter, leaning in to get a betterlook. as far as he could tell, you didn't seem injured at all. his eyes made their way back to yours and he raised his eyebrow a bit. truthfully, he didn't want to accept that he'd abandoned his patrol early in order to come here for nothing, so he persisted a bit and calmed his demeanor.
"Hey...y-you ok?" his voiced began to rasp towards the end and he cleared his throat.
"Well, yeah, but..." you let your words trail off as you raised your hand over to him. he looked down at your palm for a few seconds before grabbing it with his hand and pulling it closer to him. after a few more moments of inspection, he let out a sigh and looked up at you.
"What are you even trying to show me?" he said slightly annoyed.
"You don't see it?" you pouted at him. you leaned in closer and pointed at a small sharp of glass splintered into your palm.
"I don't see shit..." he said slightly frustrated as he genuinely tried to find what it is you were trying to show him. He turned your hand a bit and the light reflected off the glass enough for it to finally show in his vision. "A splinter?"
you looked up at him through glossy, hooded eyes - trying your best to make him give in and help you despite the look of annoyance and disbelief plastered on his face right now. "Uh, yeah...a-and it hurts! so, i can't take it out on my own..."
he furrowed his brows and closed his eyes - turned his head slightly down as to hide his face from you. how was he supposed to scold you for taking him away from his duties when you looked at him like that? it was absurd. he took a few deep breaths before his eyes met yours again. he decided that he'd make sure you knew this was a nusance, but he still wanted to play knight in shining armor.
and so he sat there at the cafe counter, his face disgruntled and a pair of tweezers in his hand as he shaky attempted to remove the small shard of glass from your hand. if he had taken a few minutes to calm down he surely could've done this much faster, but eventually he did get the glass out - a sense of pride washing away some of his annoyance as you thanked him.
"It's whatever, y-you're welcome...but next time, don't just text me 'help', maybe fill me in on the situation before i run halfway across town." he huffed.
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get me a chance fic and he gambles to see if u bust or not
winners love winning!!!!
🎰chance x reader smut❤️🔥
"heads or tails, love?" chance toys with a shiny gold coin in between his index and thumb, as they expectantly peer at you from behind his sunglasses. while you're straddling him, his hands find purchase on your ass and he gently squeezes it. when you don't respond due to being mentally dazed after being teased like this for a good thirty minutes, he lazily bucks into you to bring you back. it immediately captures your attention as your hole instinctively clenches around his length, desperate for any action or movement at this point. a whimper escapes your throat, airy and soft. "heads.."
when you place your bet, they grin and flick the coin up. your wet eyes cautiously watch as it flips rapidly in the air until it plummets back down and chance catches it in their hand. he unfurls his closed hand in front of your face, so you can personally see the coin and its outcome.
"tough luck, darling~ the coin landed on tails." their chuckle fills your ears as you sob and bury your head into the crook of his neck as he pets your back in faux sympathy. you want nothing more than for chance to fuck you silly and absolutely destroy your insides, yet he insists on torturing you like this. if it weren't for one of their hands firmly holding your ass in place, you'd be bouncing on his dick. but until you win, you're stuck simply warming their cock.
"not fair.. that coin's rigged...!" through tears, you protest with a pout. he's got to be doing it on purpose so he can see you slutted out for him, there's no way you haven't been able to guess correctly a single time... but they simply grins at you, taking no offense to the accusation. "nope, it's a completely fair coin." he takes your chin under his finger, forcing you to look at him. "chin up, baby! don't be a quitter, take another chance at it."
you groan, chance's silver tongue always gets you, the sly dog that they are. with no choice but to give in to their game, you whine out, "...heads." again, he tosses the coin up and catches it in the same hand, then opens his palm for you to see. "look at that, heads! see what happens when you don't quit? you win it big—mpf!" you practically jump to shut chance up with an impatient and sloppy kiss, as congratulations for your victory. getting the idea, their hips start to roll into yours and finally satisfy what you've been craving all this time, as their cock repeatedly brushes against your sweet spot. you're so sensitive from the edging that it doesn't take long for the knot in your stomach to return.
"chance- oh fffuck, chance...!" you mindlessly babble and moan out their name, brain completely clouded by arousal. your orgasm is approaching, building with every delicious thrust. no doubt, chance feels it too, with how tight you've become around him. "just like that, baby... juust a little more, so—close..!" they ram into you sloppily, their own growing climax evident. you grip chance's shoulders with your nails, holding on for dear life while you loudly moan. a few more strokes, and your body involuntarily convulses with intense pleasure as you cum. it has to be the hardest you've ever orgasmed. ropes of his seed paint your insides and spills down your ass when it can no longer fill you. they gently pump into you to help you ride out your climax, then slowly pull out.
in a classy manner, he takes out a handkerchief and cleans off what he can from the both of your bodies while you cuddle into their chest. he pipes up, "see, babe? gambling can be fun-"
your voice is muffled, but your words couldn't be clearer, "chance, shut up or you're sleeping on the couch tonight." lightly, you playfully smack them on the arm.
"you got it, boss."
(parade postscript: i've been contemplating buying chance and playing him bc hes so goofy but 1. i suck at gambling and 2. i suck at AIMING)
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hey!! Not sure if ur taking reqs but I saw ur headcanons and they r soo cute😭😭 I was wondering if I can request a Daisuke x fem reader fanfic where reader is doing her skincare routine and Daisuke is like “can I try” and they both just end up doing face masks n skincare tg
HELLO THIS IS SO CUTE WHAT. I fear I'm obligated to do this now😼
(Daisuke x fem!Reader, I didn't check my Grammer on this, so if there's mistakes, mb😭🙏)
You and Daisuke recently started living together, and you couldn't be happier! He could be a doof sometimes, but you love him. One night you were in the bathroom doing your skincare routine like you do every night before bed. You heard Daisukes foot steps from down the hallway. "What's with the weird face?" Daisuke poked his head through the half-open door, his eyes squinting in curiously . You couldn't help but let out a small giggle as you looked up from the bathroom mirror, your cheeks covered in a bubbly white mask. "It's not weird, your weird. it's my skin care" you explained to him.
Daisuke leaned against the doorframe "Skincare? Can't say I've ever seen you do that before." Daisuke's curiosity grew. He stepped into the bathroom, he took a step closer, peering over your shoulder at the array of bottles and jars lined up on the counter. "Mind if I give it a shot?" there was a hint of interest behind his voice. You smile at him, "why of course," you said turning around and booping his nose with a drop of moisturizer. Daisuke stood there, a goofy smile plastered on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at how utterly adorable he looked with that tiny dot of cream on his nose. “What was that for?” he exclaimed, trying to wipe it away with the back of his hand, but only smudging it further. “It’s called moisturizer, genius! It helps keep your skin hydrated,” you giggled, enjoying the moment.
"Hydrate? But I thought that was just for plants,” he said confidently, a smirk breaking out across his face. You rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed cleanser, “First, we cleanse,” you said, massaging the product in with your fingers, then onto his face. Daisuke squirmed slightly, his face scrunching up in a silly expression. “This feels… weird,” he said, but you knew he was trying to hide his smile. “Just wait until we get to the mask!” you teased, rinsing the cleanser away off his face, reaching for a green clay mask and you start putting it all over his face.
He scrunched his nose and yelped "Augh! Why is it so cold!?" You couldn’t help but laugh, your heart swelling with affection for this goofy guy. "Well obviously you idiot!" After letting the mask sit for a while, you rinse it off and move on to the last step. "Okay, last step is just moisturizer, do you think you can handle that ya big baby?" You said teasing him. He rolled his eyes at you as you were about to apply the moisturizer onto his skin, he grabbed it having different plans. "let me do it this time!" But instead of putting it on his own face, he smeared it all over yours. You yelped, "Easy there, little Picasso!” you exclaimed, the warmth you saw in his eyes made you feel all giddy inside. Daisuke had always had a knack for making the simplest and even boring moments burst with joy and laughter. You whipped the moisturizer off your face, and massage some of it into his.
After, he helped you clean the bathroom up, and you both headed off to your room. "Your such a doofus ya know that?" You said with a playful smirk of your face. He smiled at you and pushed you into the bed once you got into the bedroom "yeah yeah, whatever you say" he said grinning at you. As you lay on the bed, the soft sheets cradling you, he lays down next to you, swooping you into a hug. You both giggle, and he lays a little peck on your forehead, you couldn't help but feel like you were going to explode. "I love you idiot" you say quietly into his chest as he strokes your hair before falling into a deep sleep.
"I love you too, idiot."
AAHHH THAT WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!😼 sigh, I love writing silly little things like this it makes me all happy inside, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED ANON!!🤑🙏
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jason getting his wisdom teeth out (or generally loopy on painkillers, like maybe post-mission or smth) and rambling abt how much he loves you and his life. adksjkfh sorry he's such a loser i love him to death
This was such a funny/silly idea I swear. Silly goofy cute husband stuff, I need this man 🧍🏽♀️
I did this draft at work and I didn’t have chance to look up reference videos, what you see is what you get 🌝
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Time written - 9:18 a.m
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“How’re you feeling?” You ask towards the large lump of a man casually sprawled over a majority of your couch, dressed in dark lounge clothes with a bandage tied around his right forearm. “Feeling alright?”
“Mm… No,” he answers. He’s still pretty loopy, his attention split between you and the ceiling above him. Maybe it’s the medication making him feel so relaxed, but he looks… content.
“No, wait. I- I’m fine,” Jason slurs, a faint smirk gracing his lips. “I’m perfectlyy fine.”
It’s funny; in an ideal world he’d be more embarrassed than he is, his words mumbled through small mouthfuls of damp, pink tinted cotton. Yet he’s so out of it he can’t care if you judge him or not.
Whether he would recall being hauled into an apartment elevator by Dick while you watched, probably secretly taking photos and videos would be a complete mystery.
Of all the ways you’ve had him the most vulnerable, this has got to be the best.
“How was work?” He mumbles, rubbing at his eyes with one hand.
Work? You question in your head, huffing a little bit. You rarely call in, but today was such a necessity. Thankfully you had an understanding boss, and an understandably reasonable friendship with the eldest Wayne son, who helped you carry such a large hunk of brawn and brain from your passenger seat towards your living room couch. You weren’t sure to play along or to break character to a play you weren’t aware you were involved in.
“Work was fine,” you say as you settle in between the slim spot available on the couch. He looks pretty comfortable there, but he probably would be happier in bed. “You sure you’re not in pain?”
“Mhm,” he grunts, closing his eyes as he tries to rest his head against the back of the couch. He looks as if he could fall asleep at any second, eyes half closed.
Jason looks up at you through slightly glazed-over eyes, his expression making it obvious that he isn’t paying attention to a word you’re saying. In fact, he looks a little surprised that you’re even sitting here next to him.
Something about you being so close to him is stirring up the medicated fog in his head. He can barely feel the stitches that he got earlier in his mouth, or how difficult it was to smile from all the numbing they’d done.
“You’re… right next to me.”
His murmured words are slurred, and they don’t make a whole lot of sense, but they make you smile.
“Yeah,” you reassure him. “Just making sure you’re feeling okay.” Of course—he thinks you’re so beautiful, where did an angel like you come from?
“Just rest here for a bit, alright?” Your hand finds its way to his, squeezing his hand lightly. “Think Dick went to go get something for you to eat. Or maybe Alfred made something for you. I bet you’re really hungry, huh?”
Again, he wasn’t listening to a word you were saying. His eyes peered down to his limp hand, seeing your slim, tiny fingers cradled along his open palm. Your skin was so smooth, so—
“Soft…” He mutters, making you scrunch your lips to refrain from laughing.
“Jason,” you attempt again. “You heard me?”
“Mm.. Yeah.” His gaze flicks back to yours, his head raising just a bit as if a teacher abruptly called his name in the middle of class.
“You look, uh, pretty.” He says, blinking once. “Today. Right now.”
Once more, it took everything in you not to laugh, recalling Jason’s insistence that he’d be perfectly capable on this kind of medication last night.
Oh, you were incredibly aware that he’s dealt with various stitches and removing bullets from his body, broken ribs and resetting bones back into sockets. And death. Sure, he’s explained he’s been on hardcore pain medication plenty of times, and how much it would’ve sucked if he was allergic to any of them. He’s Red Hood, he’s handled so much, he could basically handle anything.
However, as truthful as you understood, seeing him in such a state after removing one wisdom tooth was so … funny. Their were hundreds of other amusing descriptions to describe it, but in the end, it was all so very funny, seeing him all giddy like a little boy holding his schoolgirl crush’s hand.
Even though you’ve been dating for about five years. With a year break in between, give or take.
Maybe it’s because he’s so out of it. Maybe it’s all the meds they gave him messing with his brain. As funny as it was, it was also a relief to see him so relaxed, not as tense as he usually was. Especially during off days when he’d insist he was calm and collected, but the tension in his shoulders never dissipated.
“You look so pretty… Your hair, your eyes.”
His soft comment melts your heart, making you squeeze his hand. “Aww. You think I’m that pretty, Jason?”
Jason nods, smiling lazily at you. You lean your head against his shoulder for a short moment, mindful of his slightly swollen cheek.
“I’m sure you already know that, but… Yeah.” His hand raises yours upwards, a brief flush of heat spreading across his face as he plants a weak kiss along the back of your palm.
“Mm… you’re so gorgeous. I wanna tell you every day.” His voice trails off, eyelids getting heavier by the second, nearly hiding his heart eyes from you. There’s no hesitancy in his voice, no doubt to what he says. Just a simple answer, simple truth.
“So, are you feeling hungry?” You try again, reminding him of what you said earlier. If he was paying any attention. “Dick might be here any minute. He might’ve brought some froyo.”
He has a quiet hum, glancing back up at the ceiling again. “Dick. Dick’s always so thoughtful, y’know? Not as, uh, as much as you though. He’d never be.”
You cock a brow, fighting back any amused response. There it was, something unusually unexpected that Jason Todd would say about someone he insists he can’t tolerate about eighty percent of the day.
Dick being thoughtful? You’re positive the man is now in possession of lots of photos and videos of Jason during the car ride home after the dentist.
“I’m not hungry… but I’d love if you fed me.” His voice is soft, just slightly louder than a whisper.
Your eyes widen considerably, finally releasing a giggle after so long. You gave it your best shot, but your response was enough to make your boyfriend lightly laugh. His face winces, a low grunt leaving his mouth as his hand cradled his cheek.
“Awww,” you take his hand, feeling a little guilty for making him hurt. “I’m sorry, handsome. You can’t laugh for a while, did that hurt a lot?”
Jason gives you his best smile, which is admittedly a slightly goofy grin as he shakes his head, putting on a brave front despite the pain coursing through his head. “Nuh-uh. Not at all… Your hands are so soft, babe.”
You resort to a soft chuckle, trailing your fingers up to ruffle and smooth along his hair. “Thank you, Jason.”
He’s slow to reply, clearly lost in thought with genuine, furrowed brows. If not for the medication, he’d probably kiss you right now.
The doorbell rings, giving you a chance to get off the couch and invite Dick in, who carried with him bags of food and frozen yogurt. Jason had no problem staying where he was, his eyes fully closed as his body sank back into the cushions, seemingly content with couch life.
“Catch him saying anything stupid?” Dick mutters to you as you ladle some soup into a bowl, hellbent on capturing any sort of evidence to use against the man for future purposes.
“Other than him believing I’m still his favorite woman, he thinks you’re a thoughtful older brother.”
“Oh yeah??” Dick chuckles, peering his head over towards the slumped man. “I’d think if roles were reversed, he would’ve left my ass on the curb.”
“Don’t be mean,” you scoff, playfully nudging him with your elbow. “You know he’d at least take you back home.”
“Inside a trash bag in the trunk,” Dick muses, casually leaning beside you on the kitchen counter. “You catch it on video?”
“Left my phone in my purse,” you shook your head, reaching into a drawer to get a spoon. “Stay for a while. See what happens.”
“Babe??” You hear Jason call from the living room. You peer your head out this time, seeing him fully sitting up from the couch, his head turned towards you with focused vision and deep concern written all over his face.
“Wait… weren’t you working today?”
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Hello!!!! I would love to request Chibs! Goofy, candy, costume and scary movie.
Im so excited!!! 🎃🎃
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It was Halloween night, and Chibs and his girlfriend were settling in for a cozy evening together. They had chosen a scary movie to watch, thinking it would be the perfect way to add a bit of thrill to the holiday.
As the movie reached its climax, the tension in the room was palpable. The characters on screen were facing a terrifying situation, and Chibs and his girlfriend were on the edge of their seats, their hearts racing.
Just as the movie reached its peak moment, a sudden knock on the door pierced the silence.
Chibs jumped, startled by the unexpected interruption. He glanced at his girlfriend, who was clutching a pillow tightly, her eyes wide. The movie was already scary enough, and this unexpected noise only added to the tension.
"Who could the hell could that be ?" Chibs muttered under his breath. He rose from the couch and approached the front door.
Peering through the peephole, Chibs saw three small figures silhouetted on the porch, their costumes indistinct in the darkness. They were holding out plastic pumpkin buckets, expectant expressions on their faces.
"Oh, hell," Chibs muttered. "It's just trick-or-treaters."
He took a deep breath, trying to push down the panic that had momentarily surged through him. Opening the door, he was met with the cheerful chorus of "Trick or treat!" from the trio.
The children's costumes were indeed quite scary – a skeleton, a witch, and a Frankenstein's monster. But under the makeup and fake blood, they were just harmless kids, eager for candy.
"Aww, aren't you all lookin' scary?" Chibs couldn't help but smile at their costumes. He reached into the bowl of candy he had ready by the door and scooped up a generous handful.
He poured out the candy into the kids' buckets, making sure each one got a fair share. They muttered their thanks in their high, squeaky voices before turning to leave.
As he closed the door, Chibs felt his heart rate returning to normal. He chuckled at the irony of the moment – being scared out of his wits by trick-or-treaters while watching a horror movie.
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Breakfast with the Baron
Breakfast is always more enjoyable when you share it with someone. Today you shared one with a certain large, pink sheep man who stole your heart and has the ring to prove it.
Mood music for peak domestic romance
Figured I'd try my hand at writing a Gender Neutral X Reader/self-insert story to accompany the art! (First time ever, ended up being much longer than I thought because of course it is, this is me you're talking about. ~1500 words under the cut.)
WARNING: Story has mild, silly suggestiveness at some points. (It's very PG-13, but just in case loving and goofy descriptions of sheep men's bodies are not your cup of Dad Fuel.)
Enjoy!
Edit: Fic is now up on AO3, you can read it there too!
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Sunlight streamed through the window in your bedroom, its rays falling on your form, and you stirred from your dreamland. Too early. You shifted so that you were facing away from the blinding light. But it was too late, you were doomed to be awake now. Bleary-eyed, you scanned your room and noted that you were alone. Not a large pink sheep man in sight. But the delicious scents coming from beyond the room indicated he was home, and that was enough to make you rise from bed.
After going through your typical morning routine, you found him exactly where you thought he'd be. Baron Draxum considered himself king of the kitchen, both at work and home, and he was wholeheartedly committed to feeding you well. Early on in your relationship with him, you wondered if he was spoiling you with so much home cooking. In time, you understood that it was his way of caring for your well-being—a love language. Now he made roughly half of your meals and you did not complain.
It was the weekend, so Draxum had gone all out even though it was early. Both of your favorite breakfast foods were on the menu. It was no wonder that you cartoonishly floated into the kitchen by following the waft of tasty smells. In addition to the meal, coffee was already brewed. A steaming hot novelty coffee mug that read "DAD FUEL" sat on the counter while Draxum cooked. Judging by the droopy eyes and a croaky, mumbled “good morning” when you entered his domain, you were sure that he would be drinking most of the coffee pot whether or not you had any for yourself.
Before you sat down at the dining table, you peered out one of the nearby windows. It was a gorgeous sunny day in June, just before the sweltering heat hit hard. These cooler summer days were precious, so you had the urge to have breakfast outside in the garden.
While the old Yōkai had finally adjusted to life on the surface, he still wasn't particularly fond of bright sunlight, as he had lived underground for much of his life. You could already hear his complaints about your idea before you even started. Still, you two had been together long enough that you knew how to effectively persuade him.
Draxum was nearly finished cooking everything. He was working the stove and had his back turned. Even from behind, his unkempt appearance was attractive—nest hair stuck out in all directions, his robe rumpled, the way he tiredly hunched over his workspace. He was like this on weekends when he didn’t have to groom himself and rush off to work. While he cleaned up well, his natural state was just as stunning. You gingerly wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, nuzzled his back, and suggested your idea. Your face was buried in his back so you weren’t using puppy eyes, but you sure were using a puppy voice, a wholly unnecessary “pretty please with a cherry on top” kind of beg. His head tilted as he thought it over. A small smile graced his aging face when he looked over his shoulder. He agreed with a nod. Your loving expression worked like a charm.
Minutes later, the sleepy sheep shuffled behind you, breakfast in hand, to a big wooden picnic table that was partly in the shade of nearby trees. Your bountiful feast was spread out, more than enough for two. Books and other entertainment were also brought along, as you planned to camp out there for the rest of the morning.
With an old man grunt, Draxum plopped down in a white chair on the far side of the table, and you sat opposite him in a matching chair. You couldn’t help but smile at the ways he was handsomely growing older. You wanted to lightly tease him about sounding as old as he looks, but you bit your tongue. With his back toward the sun, it illuminated his form and made him look ethereal. Disrupting the tranquility seemed like a crime.
Draxum was one of those people who didn’t care about much of anything too early in the day. He wasn't much of a conversationalist either, at least until the coffee kicked in, so he did not chat with you at first. Seemingly stuck in a lingering daze, he wasn’t even swatting away the gnats circling him, but every so often one of his ears flicked on reflex when one got a little too close. Again, downright adorable, but you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from making any comment that would change his awareness. It was a miracle that the man managed to make breakfast as good as he did considering his state. Maybe he put in more effort to be attentive earlier, and now that you were sitting down he was letting his mind wander.
Not wanting to disturb him, you eagerly dug into your food, trying to keep your sounds of pleasure at a minimum. No words were exchanged, but none were needed. The peaceful sounds of nature accompanied you as birds sang their hearts out, squirrels scurried up and down the trees beside the table, and bugs lazily buzzed above your heads.
Perhaps it was the warm gentle breeze or a subtle movement that did it. However it happened, when you looked up from your plate, something changed about him that your eyes fixated on while you mindlessly chewed. You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you snapped out of it when you finally heard his gentle baritone rumble, still a tad raspy from overnight disuse.
"What are you staring at, love?"
Carnelians glistened with curiosity when his eyes met yours. He sipped on his coffee and did not break eye contact, more alert than before. But the tone of his question was adorably dopey and sincere, so it seemed he was still not as aware of the change as you were.
The sheep was so groggy that he failed to notice that his robe had slipped from his left shoulder, revealing half of his ample, plush chest. A nipple and scars underneath his pecs invitingly poked through. Even though you were well-acquainted with his body, the accidental half-reveal somehow made it sexier. Fortunately, there was a table between you and him. If there wasn’t, you might have been tempted to sidle up to him and bury your face in his cotton candy pillows.
It was difficult to avert your gaze from such a magnificent sight, but thankfully something else caught your eye. The wedding ring on his finger sparkled when it caught a ray of sun. It was a pleasant reminder of the promise he made to you: I am yours and only yours.
Married life with Baron Draxum was interesting, to say the least. Though he was an aggravating man at times—his vices could be counted on more than one hand and his flaws on more than two—his love was strong and steadfast. Underneath all that pride and sass, Draxum was a soft man. He liked to challenge you—your mind, body, and soul—yet never made you feel like you weren’t enough for him. Whether in word or action, in his eyes there was no one on Earth as lovely and unique as you. He had quirky ways of showing it, but he always made it known in one way or another.
Despite this, he more than made up for any of your smaller grievances with endearing moments like these.
You took your time to swallow the food you were eating, set down your fork, and think of what to say. A coy smile inched its way across your face. You leaned back and waved your hand. "Oh, nothing. Keep eating."
The old sheep squinted at you. Whether or not he could sense your playful lie, he was still too out of it to probe further. He simply responded with a soft grunt into his coffee mug, set it down, and dug back into his food.
The cotton candy pillow continued to hang out all breakfast long. Either he did not notice at all, or he did and didn't bother to fix it. If the latter, who knew whether it was out of pure laziness or because he knew giving you an eyeful was a treat. Regardless, you were not eager to point it out and ruin the fun. It was hard to call it a wardrobe malfunction when the warrior's robe seemed to be functioning exactly as the universe intended in that little moment.
A sweet domestic life with Baron Draxum was never bland. Ordinary days and regular routines were marinated with the spice and zest of the love you shared. It was your secret hope that flame would never extinguish.
You had woken from your deep slumber from the night before. At least, you thought you had. But that morning felt so heavenly and blissful that you could never be completely sure it wasn't a dream.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#baron draxum#rottmnt draxum#rottmnt x reader#draxum x reader#holopossums#tw suggestive#although tbh feel free to insert other adult canons or OCs too idrc it's meant to be vague#i needed domestic Draxum content so i made it myself#you think i wouldn't go all out? it's like you don't even know me /j#drawing took forever i didn't even keep track. writing took less#my hyper detailed writing meets the challenge of not using identifying description of reader#this was not easy actually much respect to x reader writers#anyway happy pride 🌈
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I wanna talk about the subject of escapism in Inanimate Insanity.
To discuss this I need to do a deep dive into 3 characters that push this subject the most and how they do it differently.
Lightbulb, Fan and Mephone 4.
The three that demonstrate escapism in 3 different ways.
Lightbulb
Throughout season 2 we see Lightbulb as this goofy character, that’s her whole character up until you begin to notice little habits or cracks in the persona she lets others see. Up until episode 12 we don’t exactly know what is going on with her. We see her get sad in spurts of moments, but it’s never dwelled on. Until she faces the loss of working with Paintbrush, this causes her happy facade to begin to unravel and we see a whole new side of her. Now while she does the literal definition of escapism, which involved her leaving to a different realm that’s more like her to hide from the scary reality of Paintbrush not liking or wanting to be friends with her. I want to talk about the reason as to why she does so.
Escapism isn’t solely defined as only wanting to leave your reality in favor of a fantasy. It can also include intensifying more positive emotions to cope with or hide the negative.
Lightbulb demonstrates the latter, We see Lightbulb throughout season 2 use humor and a heightened amount of positivity to hide from her peers. Even beyond episode 12. In episode 13-14 you can very easily tell she has gotten a lot more comfortable with Testtube. But beyond her, you can see Lightbulb continue to hide from the other remaining contestants. When upon getting scared or frustrated she instantly masks it with a silly response or an over the top reaction.
Even in the first half of the II movie she is seen continuing to be silly upon facing literal DELETION to cope with how terrifying it is.
Fan
Fan demonstrates the more literal form of escapism. Which would be, as mentioned before, escaping reality in favor of a fantasy. His entire character arc is centered beyond his incapability and fear of looking beyond the show, his main source of comfort. While Lightbulb hides behind a forced, intensified feeling, Fan hides behind an interest. His intense love and passion for the show cuts him off from the real world. And he’s okay with that, not only is he okay with that, he craves it. The world beyond the show scares him so much that he rather be contain within himself and his interest. This is shown most in episode 14, where he gets taken out of the show. Fan has characterized the feeling in later Livestreams as “the end of the world”. Because, for him, it was. Leaving the show begin to crack Fans shell of bliss and oblivion. It wasn’t about winning to him, it was about staying with the only thing that had a pattern, that gave him comfort.
He is shown time and time again to want to say in a “shell” of Inanimate insanity. That when he got thrown out of that shell it made him spiral. That and met harshness on how it happened, and loosing Test tube and the egg left him destroyed. Everything that gave him comfort was violently stripped from him. His feeling becomes clear when he says “Test Tube, to be honest with you, I don't want him to have to hatch, okay? I mean, wouldn't that be great? He could just... stay calm and secure in his little protective shell, and have... and have his... have his patterns. Right?”
He doesn’t want to leave Inanimate Insanity because it’s his protection.
Mephone 4
Now last but not least
Mephone 4
The epitome of escapism.
Now it’s quite obvious that Mephone definitely “programmed” the latter 2 characters to have these issues because he himself has them too. BUT since I wanna demonstrate the 3 different ways II shows escapism I’m going to talk about the reason he created the characters.
Mephones form if escapism is through creation
He created a whole life and show to escape from Cobs. He created a good majority of the characters to project his feelings and struggles onto. Lightbulb with the struggle with hiding her emotions behind smiles, because he also does that (shown in the later half of season 2 and all of season 3). He created Fan with the obsessive attachment to Inanimate insanity, and the desire to stay in that fantasy rather than reality. Because he himself MADE the show to hide inside of it.
Even season 3 characters: cabby and her memory issues, clover and her seeing her ability as a curse, silver and seeing himself as worthless and balloon and his desire to change.
The character is an extension of himself and THROUGH THEM you see everything about Mephone’s struggles.
Speaking of season 3
The entirety of that season is literally him running away and creating another reality for himself. He consistently is shown to run away and hide from his problems, especially behind his creations.
It’s only when that fantasy is stripped away from him is when he can truly grow and face reality. Face cobs
#inanimate insanity#ii season 2#ii season 3#ii 12#ii 13#ii 14#ii16#ii 17#ii lightbulb#ii fan#ii Mephone#ii analysis#sorry for the very long post
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I’ve already touched on this but I can go into greater detail (AND I WILL):
Crowley is a bitch ass liar and God of Simps, you CANNOT tell me he didn’t set nearly everything up in 1941 to have the most memorable date with his angel. He saves Azi at the church and says “lift home?” Where do they go next??? Not the bookshop. Dastardly demon had ZERO intention of bringing Aziraphale straight home after the church. He takes Aziraphale to the theater, which he know he loves. You will NOT convince me that he picked up that massive suitcase of smashed liquor and didn’t notice the contents were destroyed? He didn’t hear the broken glass? He displays it to Mrs. H and let’s himself be chewed out instead of playing it off. He could’ve easily been like, “Sorry Mrs. H, I’ve got more in the trunk, be right back”, leave the room with the suitcase, miracle the liquor to be fixed and come back. Nope. He let himself stand there like a helpless puppy while Mrs. H went on a rant. I’d also bet my kneecaps that the magician for the show that night was arrested through a bit of ✨demonic intervention✨. And again, I WILL NOT BE PERSUADED OTHERWISE that Crowley didn’t influence Mrs. H to let Aziraphale perform. Because there is NOT A CHANCE ON GODS GREEN EARTH that that cantankerous woman saw this random man pull out a hanky and wave it around talking about “pReStiDigiTatiOn” and by her own volition went “yes this man is a perfect replacement, he is clearly an expert”. Then later at the bookshop he’s all “thanks for getting me off the hook ☺️👉🏻👈🏻” like Crowley 100% liked being the damsel in distress this time. I swear this little snake was making everything as convoluted as possible just to keep the night going. He sits down, legs in different time zones, and opens his jacket, performing what I call a Victorian strip tease, his eyes peering over his shades while he praises his angel. Grumpy little demon unable to hide his smile while his Aziraphale commits acts of great silliness. I KNOW he felt on top of the world until his goofy angel asked him to shoot him in the face. 🥲
Crowley you are so whipped sweetheart we see right through you. ❤️❤️❤️
#Crowley is so whipped you might as well put him on top of a pie#he’s so down bad that he’s forgotten how to get up#I’m almost concerned about what their honeymoon would be like#good omens#aziracrow#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#aziraphale x crowley#good omens 2#crowly x aziraphale
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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 「𝔬𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔲 𝔡𝔞𝔷𝔞𝔦」 ༉‧₊˚
content. f!reader. unexpected first dates, bored osamu dazai is a menace, flirting, hand holding, fluff, coffee shops, café uzumaki, silly goofy dazai behavior. not proofread. 1.6k+ words.
author's note. this actually originated from a request that i accidentally mixed-up, but i only noticed when i completed writing the oneshot. so here are the results of that one! (i'm also scheduling this post for while i'm at uni, and also for the same day as the last episode of season five. how's the last episode, future me?)
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The breeze whispered throughout every nook and cranny of the port city, hailing from the misty waters of its many rivers before permeating into the air. It blanketed pedestrians in cool afternoon gails, blessing them with the blissful beginnings of a new season as the leaves fell before them like rain. (Name) thrummed her fingers against the keys of her laptop, peering down at the passers-by through the agency office's window before tuning back into her work.
It had been a sluggish day for the agency — a hidden miracle in their busy schedules. For the past few weeks, they had been trampled with incidents that spanned the city, along with their usual run-ins with the infamous Port Mafia. However, the consequences of monotony were paperwork and lots of it. Each of her co-workers had been assigned an allotted amount of work, though some were better at getting through it than others.
Kunikida had to be the most diligent of them all, rapidly typing away at his desk with his sole focus on the articles he ciphered through — not that anyone was surprised. The week had especially rattled his routine, so he seemed most pleased to return to an orderly schedule. Atsushi tried to follow in his footsteps, though he struggled to keep up with the blonde's brisk pace. Kyoka was perched at the weretiger's side, staring in a daze at his work before mindlessly clicking at her laptop without rhyme or reason.
Naomi and Junichiro canoodled in an isolated corner, which everyone purposefully ignored like always. Loud crunches could be heard like clockwork as they echoed across the room, crumbs scattered onto the floor as Ranpo ran through his weekly snack stash, disregarding the heaps of investigation requests on his desk. Yosano hummed from the other room, polishing her metal utensils with such enthusiasm that (Name) tried not to think about it too much. Instead, she tried to focus on her work, a pep in each stroke of her pen as she raced to conclude her second stack.
However, the resident suicidal maniac did not seem as content as the rest of his co-workers, dramatically sighing from his desk. He twisted around in accelerating revolutions; his entire body crammed onto the seat with his eyes glued to the ceiling.
"I'm so bored," he muttered, strumming his bandaged hands against the arms of his chair. His fingers wandered across the desk like brittle spiders, jumping onto Kunikida's arm and crawling up towards his neck. Everyone could see the way his shoulders tensed, counting down their internal clocks until he exploded.
"This sucks! I'm so bored."
And just as Kunikida was about to crack, pivoting his head with a sneer on his lips—
"How about I take you somewhere, then?"
Dazai's attention immediately snapped towards (Name), mimicking the same attentiveness as a dog that heard the word 'treat.' He flew over with exceeding velocity, the wheels of his chair scraping against the floor as he clasped their hands together, gawking at her as if she were a goddess incarnate.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Kunikida interjected before Dazai could practically fling himself out the window, giving (Name) a pointed look. "Are you sure you can handle him? And make sure he does his work?"
She nodded, waving him off with a smile. "I'm sure."
Plopping two separate stacks of paperwork into her arms, she balanced them both in one and grabbed Dazai with the other, leading him out the door. He practically frolicked at her side, a skip in his steps as she steered him downstairs.
"Sooooo, where are we going? A bridge to stare into the shimmering sea? A sky-scraper to gaze into the setting sun? I can hardly take the anticipation!"
She smacked him with her blank stare. "Why do I feel like you'd only take the opportunity to jump rather than do some sightseeing?"
"With you there?" he beamed. "The only sight I need before my untimely demise is you, my dear."
She scoffed, hiding the quirk of her lips as she turned away from him. "Pft—yeah, okay."
His eyes shimmered as they exited the building, only for her to drag him into a very familiar doorway, the scent of coffee striking his nostrils. He crossed his arms, a boyish pout on his face.
"The café. Really?"
She only grinned from ear to ear, hiding the shake in her shoulders. "You complained about being bored. Here's your change of scenery."
"How unfair," he groaned as he dragged himself over to their usual table, catching the attention of the café owner and his wife, the latter of which strolled over, a smile settled on her face.
"What can I get you two?"
"Hmmm." (Name) pondered as she glanced over the drink menu. She was momentarily tempted to streamline towards adventurous today, dabbling into something she never had before, but instead decided to go with her usual. "I'll have a cortado."
The owner's wife nodded before she turned to Dazai, who was completely uninterested in the entire exchange. "I guess I'll have an espresso."
The woman took their order, though her happy expression had narrowed into a frown. She bent over, careful not to disturb the brunette who slumped down in his seat and fixated on the sights outside.
"Is he okay? He's not acting like his usual, charming self."
(Name) nodded, if only to reassure the sweet lady, but couldn't help her own confusion over his withdrawal and disinterest. He never missed an opportunity to flirt with women, even in the worst of moods. Her eyes traced over his uncharacteristic stillness, scrutinizing him.
"You okay, Dazai?"
He glanced up, resting his head against the table. "Hmm? Yeah, why?"
"You're just not acting like yourself."
He raised a brow. "How so?"
She refrained from responding, not quite sure how to, messing with her fingers as her mind racked for a coherent reply. For some reason, she felt herself struggling despite her usual witt, unable to pinpoint her confusion.
"Well, you didn't flirt with the waitress."
He stared into her eyes for an uncomfortable amount of time, an unreadable gleam reflected in his own as his spine straightened, taking her hand into his own. She stiffed as his fingers worked through the aching muscles of her palm, his diligence a stark contrast to his sloth-like behavior.
"Did you want me to flirt with the waitress?"
"I-I," she stuttered, not expecting to be caught off-guard by such a random question — she should've seen that coming; bamboozling her was one of Dazai's favorite pastimes. She attempted to scramble through her thoughts, becoming mildly frustrated as his laughter peaked through her mutters, giving up with a groan.
"Just do your work."
The café became quiet as she returned to the monotony of sorting through papers; only the mellow clinks of the owner's painstaking coffee creation process and the gentle hum of the occasional cars could be heard. She continued to write, heartened by the stunning scenery of the season and setting, able to sign a couple of papers before she began to recognize a tapping sound. It started soft at first, almost unnoticeable. However, it grew in rhythm and volume, shaking the table like sticks on a snare drum. Then, the humming began, followed quickly by grating, off-pitch singing.
"You can't do a double suicide~"
She was about to intrude upon his solo concert when the owner's wife interrupted them, setting their drinks on the table with a curt smile. (Name) returned it with relieved earnestness, letting out a small 'thank you' before she brought the drink to her lips. She released a pleased hum, the soothing taste of steamed milk sliding down her throat and easing her muscles. When she looked up from it at Dazai, she had, for some reason, expected him to do the same.
However, the sight she was met with was unholy. The man had resorted to filtering several packets of sugar and sweetener into the drink, effectively ruining it as it soaked up like a sponge, like a monstrous coffee-cereal concoction.
"Why aren't you doing your paperwork?" she whined.
He took a spoonful of the drink, shoving it into his mouth as he swallowed with wide eyes, vibrating in his seat as the disgusting notes trampled on his tongue. His scrunched face honestly reminded her of a pissed-off cat, and she had to physically refrain from laughing at him as he slowly settled down.
"Cause we're on a date." It was his turn to hold back the laughter as she gaped at him. "Doing work on a date is an absolute no-no."
"A-A date—?" She shot up from her seat, slamming her hands against the table and almost spilling their drinks, narrowly avoiding so as they circled in their cups. "What do you mean a date?"
He merely shrugged. "You're a stunning young woman. I'm an absolutely drop-dead bachelor. We're alone together in a coffee shop. It's a date."
"T-That doesn't mean—"
"Do you not want it to be a date?" he pouted before taking a sip of his drink, pointedly ignoring her sputtered rebuttal with only an inattentive hum.
"You know what—fine. It's a date," she relented, plopping over in his seat.
He chuckled, setting his drink down as he took her hands. "Well, if this is a date, then I have a better idea of what we should do."
It was now his turn to take her by the arm, already slinging her out the door with a devilish look that told her everything she needed to know — he had planned this all from the beginning. She yelled out her apologies to the café manager, promising to come back and pay for their drinks as she was shoved out the door. The manager only scoffed with a softened smile, his wife leaning against his arm as she sighed.
"Ahhh, to be young again."
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Hello Moon,
So we have talked about how Armin in Glassess is a massive turn-on for Annie,
But maybe one day, she is just milling about in his office and decides to put on his glasses just for fun; he walks in and is just left stunned.
“Welcome back Mr. Arlert,” Annie says in a seductive voice
Without so much as a beat, he yells for Connie to cancel all his appointments and that he is not to be disturbed under any circumstances.
With that done he closes and locks his office doors and proceed to shut the windows as well.
Not 5 minutes later, Annie’s clothing lays on the floor and they are going at it like rabbits, Armin insisting she keep the glasses on even though she can’t see a danm thing
Needless to say Annie in glasses is a major turn on for Armin.
Hello again :3!
But oh my fucking god 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠
[N/SFW]
It's a very hot summer day. Annie is bored out of her mind in Armin's office - he went to that meeting an hour ago and still isn't back yet. Trying to kill time, she spots both his glasses and his discarded suit jacket and decides to try them on. See, Armin always wears this very dignified and professional persona when he's in public as an Ambassador - even after a year of their duties as political figureheads, she still marvels at the switch he makes from Serious Diplomat before an audience to Silly Goofy Boy when they're alone.
So, in a moment of playfulness, she shrugs on his suit jacket (obviously too big for her) and pretends she's Mr. Ambassador.
"Yes, yes, I'll take it into consideration," She whispers in an imitation of his voice to the empty room. "The issue is that the problem cannot be dragged on too long because blah blah blah blah blah."
(For a brief second she freezes up because this is embarrassing and stupid as hell, but ...um... it's actually.. kinda... fun?)
Continuing, Annie paces the room, frowning - an excellent imitation of Armin when he's pondering something serious and terribly boring - and nods slowly at the floor. "I've got a plan," She says, copying his tone of voice. "We should just jump off the cliff and then nobody will be able to say we didn't sacrifice anything."
She pauses for a giggle before clearing her throat, composing herself.
"What's that? I've got a meeting scheduled at five? Oh well... let's see, what's the time now..." She lifts up her arm, pretending to hold a pocketwatch. The sunlight streaming into the room, however, makes the ring on her finger glimmer, and she remembers something she'd heard Armin tell their foreign secretary two weeks ago, and begins to furiously blush. "I'm not sure about that... I-I have plans with my f-fiancée at five... so..."
(It's momentarily too much and Annie breaks down, unable to stop blushing. Oh god she IS actually engaged, FUCK, when is she going to finally get used to this?!)
(but then she recovers yet again because by GOD, playing Armin is So mUch of FUCKING FUN!)
Her next act is to pick up a pile of papers from his desk and lean on the edge, half sitting, the way he does sometimes when he's reviewing some information. Unfortunately, she can't really copy it down pat - she's too short to half-sit, so she proceeds to just hop on and let her feet dangle, pretending to flip through the boring-ass papers.
And then she puts on his glasses.
"Hmmm, hmmm, yes..." She murmurs seriously, slipping the glasses down her nose to peer at the print. "These are very well prepared, but I would suggest tweaking this portion a bit--"
The door opens, and Annie freezes.
Armin enters, looking exhausted from the heat and the long meeting, his sleeves rolled up and tie slightly undone.
And then it's his turn to freeze, staring at her, sitting on his desk, feet hanging cutely, his jacket over her shoulders nearly drowning her frame, his papers in her hold, his glasses on her nose.
His mind wastes no time commanding his brain: burn this image in your head, burn this image in your head, burn this image in your head-
(also um- start pumping blood downward-)
What ensues is them, indeed fucking right there on his desk until her (his) glasses fog up and slip off her face entirely and Armin decides it's actually a very good idea to not wear his glasses ever and instead leave them lying about in her vicinity.
#this turned into a comedy mini-fic more than full on smutty T^T my apologies#i also had to stop where I did because otherwise i just would've written a whole smut scene xD#I have to reserve my energy for the next chapter of VBEOW!#ask#mercutiothedestroyer#aruani#headcanon#smut#attack on titan#armin arlert#shingeki no kyojin#annie leonhart#aruannie#aot#snk#armin x annie
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fluff headcanons (yamato)
oc x canon (taezo) | suggestive but not explicit word count: 1k
Yamato's known to be a little silly sometimes, especially when influenced by peers who are just as goofy; so, on occasion, Tae has to remind him to reign in his expression when he's staring a little too exasperatedly at Naruto or Gai's shenanigans in the presence of someone or maybe somewhere important
Tae loves brushing up Tenzo's bangs when they're cuddling at home, or just somewhere private in general, and kissing his forehead - according to him it's not a part of Tenz he gets to see a lot, so Tae thinks that it's "special"
By that same logic, he also gets a little bashful—or as much bashfulness as he can realistically express, rather—when Yamato pulls that little bit of fabric down that's part of his uniform and exposes his chin; in his words, 'it's too much', Tae would say, averting his eyes like an adolescent talking about his first crush, having fully had this man down his throat and elsewhere inside him before on a regular basis
Yamato finds the gap moe of it all blisteringly cute; even if he doesn't express it outwardly, the inner Tenzo is yelling and wearing cheesy merch with idol concert glow sticks in hand
He feels similarly about Tae's "cat" tendencies as well - tilting his head to one side, the very close affection and sometimes nonexistent personal space when it comes to his "favorite" people, then the sudden complete and utter rejection of touch altogether from others he doesn't view as favorably, Tenzo swears he's heard this man purr before and frankly he's willing to believe it
After the war, once they're a little more settled, Yamato might even start growing out some scruff on his chin since shaving clean every day is beginning to become a hassle - this choice is a big hit with the boyfriend because Tae loves rubbing his face up against it in the morning when they wake up - or hell, any hour of the day really
Once while on a beach trip with the gang, Tae offered to adjust the umbrella while Yamato laid down for a nap on their blanket in the shade; he woke up to Kotetsu and Izumo howling with laughter at the tiniest heart cut out of his umbrella, that, through the power of light and shadow, had given him the heart shaped tan just under his ribcage the size of his palm
Tae gave him a little peace sign before he proceeded to book it when Yamato gave chase, eventually pinning him to the ground on the far side of the beach and—you can probably figure out the rest; as they were walking back, Tae pointed out the "gayboy" tanned into Kotetsu's back as he played chicken with Mizuki and Iruka in the water
That day Tenzo came to the conclusion that his boyfriend really could be a little terror if he wanted, but just chose not to
They have a small herb garden out on the balcony of their apartment that Tae and Tenz both sort of coparent in a way—the closest thing these two are canonically going to get to being actual parents lets be real—neither of them are masters in the kitchen although both can cook to survive, but the herbs ends up being more useful than not when it comes to making salves or other medicinal things of the same ilk
Tae fills out considerably during the timeskip; while he's never been truly that gaunt, once Shippuden starts there's a noticeable amount of (soft) muscle on him than there was during the 3rd Hokage's reign - Gai of course expressed how proud he was seeing Tae at a healthier weight since they trained often in taijutsu, but Yamato was the first to notice how his shirts were beginning to strain around Tae's chest and shoulders a week prior
When Tae wore Yamato's shirts before they'd usually just hang loosely off him, but now he filled them out quite well, if Tenzo did say so himself
While on their nearly half a year old recon mission as undercover newlyweds, Yamato may or may not have gotten used to certain luxuries he wouldn't have otherwise had like coming home to a warm bath and a steaming hot meal - sure, he was out performing back breaking labor as part of his carpenter's duties during the day and spying on local officials at night, but Tae being there with these little comforts made it that much more bearable
On Tae's end of things, when he wasn't going bored out of his mind at home as a "housewife" and habitually cleaning, he was gathering information in town, putting on a soft smile to entertain the local gossipy aunties as part of his job, losing his marbles just as much as Tenzo was with his role as the hardworking husband
They were more than ready to toss aside their disguises for regular jonin blues again once that mission was over—while obviously not all bad, it did take their toll on them as they talked on the way to an inn for the night—honestly, the only really good part might've been the, um, nightly duties, both men performed every so often to keep up appearances as a new couple madly in love with each other
"Osamu" and "Mio" really did love each other, it seemed
Tae mentions on the road that this only confirms there's no way he can be anyone's future wife, Yamato replies over his shoulder that he reckons he'd be a pretty good husband, though, following it up quickly with a cheeky, "just kidding ♡" back at him when the silence got too a little too heavy for a moment
At the inn, they play house one more time in the privacy of their room for old time's sake, maybe acting out those parts for a little over 5 months did fry their brains somewhat, but after some routine aftercare they'd gotten very familiar with Tae helped Tenzo cut his hair and they both cast those aliases aside permanently
Upon return to Konoha they went back to being "just coworkers" and wouldn't officially get together for another year or so, with regular meetups in between of course; when this story was retold much later with fond memories between drinks - both of them were nearly chased out of the izakaya by their own friend group for being massive idiots
"Osamu" and "Mio" btw ♡
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Yoooo the Back to the Future and TFOne Prequel sound so interesting!!
Always love Dad!Ratchet. I'd love to know how he meets B-127 :)
Honestly, I'd love to know anything else you wanna share with either AU!
(Enjoy this picture of Ratchet <3)
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Hi & Thank you ^^
First. Omg, that is such a goofy, amazing picture of Ratchet. I love him so much! He's going straight into my collection of TFP screenshots. :D <3
Back to the Future AU:
This is nowhere near as solid as my ideas for the TF ONE Prequel.
Right now, it's mostly just a "Wouldn't it be funny if Bee and Hot Rod were (accidentally, by Wheeljack) sent back to the time where Optimus was dating Megatron and need to deal with that revelation?" scenario. Then add Orion only being friends with Jazz, Ironhide, Elita, Ratchet instead of dating any or all of them and, if I'm feeling especially silly, sparkling Hot Rod.
And there you have it, your basic Back to the Future Set up.
Honestly, I could probably make something angsty with this, but I think it'd also work very well as something more light-hearted, focusing on the relationship between Bee and Hot Rod and them growing closer together through all of this.
I mean, just imagine the amount of "blackmail" they would probably gather on their caregivers during their time in the past. ^^
Or the shenanigans of Bee playing with sparkling Hot Rod while adult/teen Hot Rod stands by and watches.
I really love this idea, but overall, I'm still a bit murky on the details of it all. It's been years since I last saw Back to the Future, so I'd want to watch that movie again + probably read at least the first of the TFP prequel novels. ^^"
My biggest problem is Tyger Pax, though, and whether it's something that should have happened in this AU or not. Because Megatron having tortured Bee would definitely heavily impact everything in this story. But I think I tend to lean towards a TFP/G1 blend where Tyger Pax has not (yet) happened or maybe will never actually happen. ^^"
TF ONE Prequel:
Honestly, this "oneshot" has kinda been the bane of my existence ever since I first saw TF One. ^^"
Ratchet and B-127 meet basically directly after B's been forged. In this universe, Minibots are the last bots that get forged in a batch of "Newsparks" and they are called Minibots because they are usually smaller than their peers. Most of the time, that doesn't come with too many complications, but for B it goes wrong and he ends up in Iacon's Public Hospital. And that's where he wakes up and meets Ratchet and pretty much imprints on him like a duckling.
Initially, I wanted to write a 'simple' oneshot exploring B-127's state of mind in Sublevel 50. Then I realised that I needed something to kinda "ground" B and give him something to work for, something he can hold on to after he's met rock bottom. And I was like, well, I love me some Dad!Ratchet, so that was easy. And then I realised that I kinda needed to set up B-127's and Ratchet's relationship for that to work. And then Brawn, Gears and Huffer somehow snuck into my notes.
And now it's more of a dystopian story exploring a darker side of the society we see in TF One, so, in other words, it's officially gotten out of hand. ^^"
Also, I've had the prologue and first chapter of this story proofread and ready to go for at least a week now - I've just been struggling to come up with a title other than TF One Dadchet AU. So, yeah. It's going to happen on Saturday, I hope. ^^"
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why you like sebek sm? (Not to be rude but it actually got me interested to ask about my moots favs)
HEYYYYY BARBS >_< HEHEHE DW LOL I DONT THINK ITS A RUDE QUESTION !!!
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Heh…. Now let me talk about why I love sebek
Honestly, I think a lot of it has to do with how much I relate to him. He’s really special to me because he’s a character I can really see myself in. I’m Mexican, but something about him being half fae and half human really resonates with me. Maybe it’s because I’ve lived in the United States for so long, that it’s become a part of me somewhat. His issues with his identity is part of his charm, and mean a lot to me because it’s just so…. Realistic and deep lol. I cry about Sebek sometimes because he is just so tragic.
He’s just a loud, passionate boy who loves his family!!!!! He has a superiority complex!! It was influenced by the people around him!!! By his family!!! By his community!!!! People hate his human side!!! HE hates his human side!!!! He was a late bloomer!!! His ears are round!!! It’s a sign of everything he hates!!! Everything he hates about himself!!! His best friend is a human!!!! And he was able to do magic faster than him!!!! The people he idolizes love silver and give him so much attention!!! He’s the focus of attention and Sebek is left struggling!!! He gets the crumbs and he has to fight for recognition!!!! He values what he can get because he has to work for it!!! It’s so scarce!!! He wants to be strong!!! But his hatred for himself is so strong it interferes with his daily life!!! He latches on the bits of identity that mean so much to him because without them he feels lower than everyone else. He’s going through so much it hurts 😭😭😭 he’s just a boy 😭😭😭 he’s just 16 and it’s like the worlds against him 😭😭😭 he’s so loud , he can’t control his volume. Literally everyone hates him because of it. Because he’s so stubborn too. Because he’s so blunt. Because of the hatred that was drilled into him since he was young. That humans are lesser than and because he’s half human it affected him so much!!!!!! AOFUFJFHFJDHFHFHF HE MAKES ME SO SAD 😭😭😭😭 I KNOW IM JUST EXPLAINING HIS STORY BUT ITS SUCH A BIG PART OF WHY I LOVE HIM
HES ALSO SOOOO SILLY!!???!???????? He does silly things and he’s kinda dumb 😭 he thinks he knows everything but he doesn’t 😭😭 he gets tricked by Lilia so easily and it’s funny but it’s also so TRAGIC TO ME???? LIKE HELLO???! HES SO GULLIBLE??!!?! ESPECIALLY WITH PEOPLE HE RESPECTS?!?!?? 😭😭😭 Lilia pranks him so much and Sebek just accepts it. I swear Lilia (or malleus) could tell him to jump off a cliff and he would do it. It drives me insane how sad it is. LIKE OHHH MYYY GODDDDDDD 😭😭😭😭 HE JUST WANTS APPROVAL HE WANTS SOMEONE TO GIVE HIM A PAT ON THE BACK AND TELL HIM HE IS GOOD AT SOMETHING. ANYTHING. HE WANTS RESPECT. AND HE TRIES TO GET IT THE ONLY WAYS HE KNOWS HOW. 😭😭😭😭
But yeah he’s also really comedic and has funny scenes.. he is just a silly dumb 16 year old boy so ofc he has goofy moments. also he’s just really nice to look at. I adore his design… I think his hair is very pretty especially with it down… his slick back hair suits him and his character…. AOUFH HIS HAIR IN GENERAL IS SOOO IMPORTANT TO ME….. his lightning motif…. It’s so good.. HIS CUTE LITTLE SMILE :} AOUFH….. the cutest boy ever
He’s very expressive and emotional and overreacts and AOUFHHH he’s just like me for real….
AOUFHHH AND HE IS SO KIND AND LOVING TOO!!! THAT IS SUCH A BIG PART OF HIM!! HES SO PASSIONATE!!!! HE SHOWS RESPECT WHEN HE RECOGNIZES IT!!! NOT ONLY TO MALLEUS OR LILIA!!! BUT TO EPEL!!! BUT TO DEUCE!!! And I think Jack too???? He compliments his peers when he recognizes their skills and AOUGFHHFHFHFFHFH….
He’s such a smart boy 😭😭😭😭💕💕💖💗💗💞💞 and he’s out here giving advice…. He can be reasonable… He seems like the type to give advice and not even follow his own but that’s not what we’re talking about now SVREAMING CRING….. he’s just such a good character….
There’s so much so him, so many layers behind just “haha loud guy that likes malleus wayyy too much and hates humans” I think everyone should take a deep dive into Sebek 👍👍👍
AOUFH ITS JUST. The fact that there’s so much sadness to him but despite It all he’s still a silly little guy :) he loves his family!!! He loves his friends!!!! He would do anything for them!!!! ITS SO *slams fist on table* I love him so much.
Uhmmm there’s stuff about him that I like that are more headcanon territory and me kinda reaching and projecting but also trying to stay close to canon him but yehag 👍👍 I think he’s neat 👍👍👍 super cool guy that’s funny and also really cute 👍👍👍 epixxxxxcc
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He’s just a boy…….. he’s trying so hard… sobs 😭😭😭 I love this guy
#Sebek my twin frfr#HEHEH THANKS FOR THE ASK BARBS!!!#I love talking about Sebek 😋😋😋#I really appreciate it 👍👍👍#💛! asks#💛! Barbsiepooksiekins…#I’m so sorry that it’s kinda long lol#uhm yeahggg
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