#THEYVE SEEN ME COVERED IN BLOOD

[nightfallsystem]

cw very upsetting vent in tags

[horce-divorce]

"it won't harm you, it only causes pain"

?????? It won't harm you, it just harms you. What the fuck lmfao make it make sense

[cryptidghostgirl]

Hey hey! i have a third angsty silly idea teehee (yes same person who requested the one where wife reader gets teleported to the hotel and the one with the fake dating trope-)

Im at it again with my silly ideas i can’t quite get out of my head- so picture this RIGHT before the begging of the second fic (loved it btw if i could id kiss you on the mouth)

(this interaction is important) Reader is eyeing Alastor to subconsciously make him talk to her, he does of course it goes a bit like “Alastor dear, havent seen you before?” "Just moved in, thought of making some acquaintances” and they talk, reader tells him “a charmer too? should be careful around you not to break my heart” or smth smilar idk i suck at dialogue

And then the partnership happens and theyve been at it for a while (like at least 5 years id say)- until Readers twin brother dies in a planned house fire and she goes out for revenge, before that they have a fight like “youre going to be out numbered” “its suicide” blah blah blah- and eventually reader goes out alone

She does manage to to kill the criminals but because of the cold January weather and the exhaustion of it all- reader gets hypothermia and in the frenzy thats caused by it stumbles and falls into a fence spike of an abandoned farmhouse, gets impaled right below the ribs teehee, Alastor eventually finding her and goes out to bury her properly.

readers death happens in 1925 -8 years before alastor which gibes her enough time to take over half the pentagram with her blizzard/ice powers (cuz i think theyre. cool ;)) and is also important reader has a long tail with fluff (which can turn into a heart shaped fur or have happy/angry twitches) at the end because i think its cute and because her demon form has one so it matches (think the faceless room guardians by anyaboz on IG but fully white- with a void face from which emerges a dog skull at will). the normal form being overall relatively normal aside from the long ears and black limbs that symbolize the hypothermia part of the death (Yes this is an Oc but im making it a bit more generic for everyone :>)

When alastor does die in 1933 (when he got shot visiting readers grave) he hears of this blizzard overlord and goes a bit into her territory and into a bar where he sees a somewhat familiar person teehee and they have the same first conversation over again but in hell :D and then get reunited but possibly pull out their signature weapons on each other again for old times sake 😇

also i love you so much for taking the time to write my dreams it does mean quite a lot to me and if you want i can give more ideas because i have a lot more- 😇 (im tottaly not insane and or delusional i swear-)

A/N of course?? I’m obsessed with your requests. they’re always so fun. Also as a heads up, I decided not to do this as a part to for cover up because I got an earlier request asking to do a part two for that and I try to address requests in the order I receive them. I also made some other minor changes just to make it work a little smoother. Also, please keep sending in requests, yours are always so fun.

Frostbite (Alastor X Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Murder, death, gore, arson, a little bit of angst.

Word Count: 3,949

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Alastor sat at the bar of Mimzy's club drinking like he did every friday night. Normally the whirling dancers and loud music merely served to give him a headache, normally he ignored them and all the fans who somehow recognized him from the radio. Tonight was far from normal, tonight there was someone new.

Spinning on the dance floor, the fringe of her blood red dress spinning out from her legs. The woman was all smiles, all laughter, and she seemed never to turn down a partner. He watched her, entranced.

The woman wasn't a talented dancer, far from it in fact, but what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm and enjoyment. He had no intentions of doing anything other than watching her enchanting display until he made eye contact with her across the club. She blushed, turning away and quickly engaging a friend in conversation.

It was all the encouragement Alastor needed. In the dim light of the speakeasy, Alastor smiled to himself. He downed the rest of his drink and got to his feet. The crowed of dancers parted to make way for him like the red sea, waves of whispers following his path. He could hear the chatter, knew the rumors that he was a man uninterested in women, uninterested in love or romantic involvements of any type He knew that that was what everyone was speaking of as he approached the first new face the tired old place had seen in ages.

Coming to a stop behind the woman, her friend saw him first. It made sense, her back was turned to him after all, a result of her embarrassment at having been caught staring. He friend tapped her shoulder, indicating for the woman to turn around, and she spun. Alastor could feel the hem of her dress as it brushed against his leg through the fabric of his pants. His smile grew.

"Haven't seen you around here before Darling," he hummed, "new in town?"

"Just moved in, actually." the woman bashfully replied, clasping her hands behind her back and crossing one foot in front of the other.

The position it threw her body into sent Alastor's mind reeling. He hadn't expected that. Sure, she was pretty and different, new, but Alastor didn't feel things like that. At least, not normally.

"Well, I'd love to give you a tour sometime. The name is Alastor, Alastor Hartifelt."

This was the test: his name. How would she react? Was she just another one of his simpering fans, begging for his favor, for his attention, or would she do something interesting?

He held out a hand which she daintily rested her own in, a smile spreading across her face.

"Y/n L/n. I'm free tomorrow morning?"

Alastor was lucky, Saturday mornings were one of the few he had free. Gently, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Y/n felt her heart flutter inside her chest.

"Ah, a charmer." she hummed as Alastor raised his head again and she took her hand from his, "I'll have to be careful around you."

Everything had snowballed from there. The tour around the city had spiraled into dinner which had further fallen into an attempt by Alastor to take her life. He had been curious, how it would feel when the life drained from her body at the force of his hands. Instead, she had met his advances by holding her own knife to his throat.

It became a game of sorts for the two, always trying to outwit one another, one up each other, land the other six feet under. The game ended when Alastor was chasing Y/n through the woods and she had stumbled, falling to the ground. He had grinned maniacally as he had advanced on her, as she had scrambled on the ground away from him. Knife raised, her back against a tree, she had breathlessly asked him out on a date. How could he say no? Especially when he looked up and saw that she had planned this all along. There was no other way their initials could be carved into the surface of the very thing that had stopped her escape. It was perfect, she was perfect.

Five years of bliss. Five years of feathery kisses and passion. Five years of waking up to her smiling face, of washing the blood off each other's hands, of nearly wedded bliss. Then there had been the fire.

Y/n had a twin brother, a brute of a thing who always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Despite his flaws, Y/n loved him. This time, on a January morning in 1925, he had pissed off the wrong person and gotten himself killed. Y/n was inconsolable, spent every waking moment tracking the killer. It didn't take her long to get a lead.

She was halfway out the door when Alastor found her, shoving knives into her pockets and grabbing a gun. There was a wild, unfocused look in her eyes. Alastor turned his gaze momentarily to the setting sun as it sent rays of liquid golden light bouncing off the snow.

"Darling, what are you doing?"

"Going out." she gruffly replied, adjusting the laces on one of her shoes.

Alastor sighed. Y/n had mentioned to him just the day before that she had an idea of who was behind the murder and it wasn't pretty. The most controversial and strongest gang in the city had, according to her research, wielded the flames. Alastor took a step forward, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder and she turned to him. Her eyes were hard and narrow, her face contorted by rage.

"Y/n, please." Alastor began, treading carefully, "Not tonight. It's awful out, and you just confirmed everything today."

"No." Y/n shook her head, "No, I can't wait to do this any longer, Al. It has already been nearly a month, I can't..."

She looked away, raising a fist to her heart, her shoulders hunching slightly.

"I can't."

"And I can't loose you." Alastor quickly replied, using his free hand to turn her face back to his.

"So come with me."

He hesitated. Y/n saw the look on his face, the doubt. She shook herself from his grip, turning back to the door.

"Alright. I'll go alone."

"Y/n," Alastor pleaded, taking another step towards her as she grabbed her coat off the hook on the wall, "it is too dangerous. I can't let you do this."

"Let me do this?" Y/n spun around, her coat in her hand and flames licking at the corners of her voice, "You can't let me do this?"

Alastor took a breath, trying desperately to keep his own anger at bay.

"There are too many of them." he tried to reason with her, "You can't do it on your own."

"So come with me!"

"I..."

Y/n scoffed, sliding her jacket onto her arms. Turning back to the door once again, she unlocked it. Her hand rested on the knob, she took a breath. Their eyes met over her shoulder.

"I'll be home later."

She swung the door open and stepped out into the night. Alastor trailed after her, the snow sinking into his socks. It was cold, a terrible night.

"Y/n, you'll die!"

"Do you truly have that little faith in me!?" she spun around, her rage radiating off of her, devouring everything in sight.

Alastor had never seen her like this before. He halted in his tracks.

"Please, I can't..." he took a deep breath, emotions had always been a struggle, "I can't loose you too."

"But I'm supposed to loose my brother and know who did it and do nothing?!" she screamed back at him.

"You will die!"

Y/n turned her back on him once again. She unlatched the gate to the garden and slipped through it, letting it fall shut behind her.

"So be it."

"Y/n!"

Alastor tried to run after her but, it was simply too cold. His limbs were numb, he stumbled.

"Y/n!" he yelled again but, she didn't turn around.

He could see her, in that red dress. She looked like she did the first time he had ever met her as she disappeared into the night. He knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, it felt like an omen.

Alastor stood in the cold for a few minutes longer before resigning himself to the truth of it all: Y/n was going to do what she was going to do. He just had to hope she would come back, that the damage he had done in refusing to back her up like that wouldn't be enough to have driven her away. That she was strong enough to make it out alive.

The fireplace crackled invitingly. No matter how warm and cheerful it made the room, Alastor couldn't stop the dread. He sat down on the couch before it, painfully aware of the empty spot beside him. He tried to read.

The hours ticked by, seconds dragging on for eternity. Still, Y/n was not yet home. Alastor couldn't focus on anything. He couldn't 't read, couldn't sleep, could barely sit still. He paced circles around the room as the sun rose, he called in sick to work, intent on being there should she return.

When it reached four pm, when it had been nearly twenty full hours since she had left, he decided to go out and look for her. Y/n had always been messy, always bad at putting things away. While normally it had irritated him to no end, he now found himself grateful. He swore to whatever gods were listening that if she was alright, he would never bother her about it again because right there on top of her desk were all her plans, including the exact location of the gang's hideout, the exact place she had disappeared to.

The sight that met Alastor when he reached the old warehouse on the outskirts of the city was one he would never forget. Blood stained the snow red and there were bodies everywhere, both outside and within. It was clearly, Y/n's handiwork and he couldn't help but feel a tad impressed, he had underestimated her yet again. His slight smile, a result of the realization, fell as he spotted the footprints leading out of the backdoor.

He had tracked Y/n enough times to know they were hers, they couldn't be anyone else's. A trail of blood accompanied them, one foot dragging more than the other. Alastor tried to keep his head clear, his mind cool. He gave chase.

The back yard to the warehouse was large, gave the impression of going right off into the woods. Alastor soon realized that was not the case as the rusted, wrought iron fence came in to view. Y/n wouldn't have been able to see it. Judging by the way the tracks were iced over, it had been a long time since she had walked this path. In the dead of night, surrounded by trees, the fence would have come as a surprise.

As he got closer, the lump that he had assumed was a fallen branch came into more detail. Alastor's heart stopped, he rushed to her.

If only he hadn't waited, if only the minute he had felt she'd been gone too long he had gone after her. He might have been able to save her, to stop her from this cruel fate.

What had happened was obvious. The fence was iced over, slippery to the touch. Y/n had evidently tried to climb over it and lost her grip, the force of her fall being enough to ram the sharpened edge of one of the fence's defensive points right through her temple. Wrong place, wrong time.

Alastor had never cried like that before, as he sat in the snow at her feet, her body stiff from the cold. Not even when his mother had died could he ever remember feeling such a grief. It ate away at him, pooling in the center of his chest and spreading out. She had been so integral to who he was, so much a part of his life and way of being. She had been his dream, his end goal. Alastor remembered the ring, sitting heavy in the drawer of his night table. His tears redoubled.

By the time he managed to calm himself, the early winter sun had long since sunk to its bed and been replaced by the moon. Moving completely on autopilot, not considering his actions, Alastor wrenched her body from the fence. Y/n deserved a proper burial, in a place that mattered. He made her final resting place at the base of the very same tree she had told him she loved him while sitting at. His fingers traced their carved initials, grown hard with the years. There was nothing to be done.

The guilt ate away at him, festered over the years. If only he had stopped her, had gone with her, had come to her rescue. If only he had told her that he loved her one last time.

When Y/n awoke in Hell, to say she was surprised would be an understatement. She had never been one to believe in the afterlife in any sort of way, let alone such a wonderful one with so many opportunities for mayhem.

The thing that had been the toughest to get used to was her new form. All the demons in Hell got them upon arrival and when she caught that first glimpse of herself in the glass of a shop window, she understood why everyone on the streets seemed to be eyeing her fearfully.

She looked like she was rotting, her fingertips and toes black from the cold she had lost herself in. It trailed up her limbs, mingling with her own natural skin color. Her hair, her eye lashes, her eyebrows even, looked perpetually frosted with snow, little particles of ice hanging delicately in them. Then there were the horns and the tail, those were by far the strangest. The horns were pure white and curving like a mountain goats, the tail was thin with a little heart shaped ball of fluff at the end. It wasn't until another demon attempted to attack her that she realized the full extent of the changes that had taken place.

Y/n had just tried to punch the man, that was all. He had made advances, she had said no. He had tried again and she had told him she was married. It wasn't entirely a lie, they had been planning on it after all. Still, the man refused to listen and so, she had resorted to brute strength. When she had pulled her fist away, it was to find the man encased in ice. That was when the anger had set in.

Y/n didn't blame Alastor, not really. She was mad at him but, in the end, he had been right. She had died. It was all so brutally unfair. The way they had left things, that final fight, weighed on her soul. She wondered if he even knew she was dead, if he just assumed she had up and left him. The guilt, the what if's of it all, were crushing.

The stronger Y/n's emotions, the more uncontrollable her power. She still attacked people for fun but, taking over half of Pentagram City with her storms had honestly been an accident. In retrospect, she would call it a happy one.

Y/n liked being respected, being feared. She liked the near worship with which the smaller, weaker demons began to treat her. She settled into her new life with surprising ease and soon, every demon and hellborn in the place knew her name: Frost.

Y/n would've liked something different, preferred something cooler but, when the people give someone a name, its hard to change it and so, she embraced the title. Stone cold, cruel, powerful and appearing at what others perceived as totally inopportune moments. She locked herself, her heart, away. She swore never to make the same mistakes again.

Alastor visited Y/n's grave at least once every year. Always on the anniversary of her death, sometimes more frequently. That was where he too had met his death. As he had stooped low to place the bouquet of flowers he had brought on the surface of the hard-packed earth, the hunter had shot him, thinking he was a deer.

His arrival in Hell had been uneventful and not all together shocking. Alastor had been raised in a Christian household and although he never truly had faith in the matter once he had been old enough to form his own opinions, he had still always assumed that if there was life after death he was going to end up in Hell. He also knew that if he had ended up down here, Y/n had too.

The search was all consuming and fruitless. Every demon he interrogated, every one he thought had the slightest spark of his love within them, never had a single clue what he was talking about. Half the city was a snow storm and before long, that half was the only part he hadn't searched. Allegedly it was the territory of some new overlord known only as Frost who had taken Hell by storm - literally - just a few years before. Alastor already had a distaste in his mouth for the overlords, a sort of hatred spawned from something close to envy. He figured that worst case scenario, he could just add this Frost character to the list over overlords he had already taken out in the year since his arrival.

The chill of the air as he stepped over the border was a cruel reminder of the truth of his life. Alastor welcomed the cold with open arms, wondered if Y/n had already been killed since arriving in Hell. He had heard of the exterminations, it wasn't too wild of an idea. The thought gnawed on his mind like a parasite, intent on seeing him dead. Alastor progressed.

The fact that in death he still felt such things as hunger had been a mystery to him. There was something poetic about it, something forlorn in the idea that hunger and touch were the only things that followed a person to their grave. He stepped into the restaurant, his stomach growling, and walked up to the bar.

"Do you have beignets?"

Alastor knew the answer before the barkeep even shook his head. He sighed, falling on to one of the stools.

"Sausage and grits."

"Coming right up."

Alastor tapped his fingers on the counter, watching the world around him. Hope was running thin, anxieties and hurt taking over. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up, how much more disappointment he could take.

"Haven't seen you around before, Darling," a voice purred from behind him, sending shockwaves of pain through his chest, "new in town?"

He summoned his microphone into his hand, ready to fight. It didn't matter that the demon most likely had no idea the effect of their words, the connections they had to his own past life. All that mattered was that he felt like he was being mocked, the world was parroting his life back to him because Y/n was out of his reach and probably would be forever more. He turned to face the person, a sickening grin spread tight across his face.

The demon had a clearing around her, the crowd avoiding her at all costs and whispering to one another behind the cover of their hands. Her tail flicked back and forth, ice emanating from the place her feet hit the floor.

There was something oddly familiar about her, the cocky smirk, the confidence. Alastor got to his feet. He leered over her and the woman didn't flinch one bit.

"Who's asking?"

A threat. The smile on the smaller demon's face grew, snow beginning to pile up on the floor in the corners of the room.

"You know, it's really far too cruel of you to go around with a voice like that." she hummed thoughtfully, a finger to her chin, "Gets a girl's hopes up just to shatter 'em on the floor."

Alastor could feel it now, the cold nipping at his extremities. Wind picked up in the indoor space and demons began rushing out through the door as quickly as they could. Alastor stood his ground.

"Ah, so you're the one responsible for this little snow town?"

"Why yes, I am."

"You're rather cruel yourself, you know." he mused, "Using my own words against me, how did you know? Do you overlords have some way to read a person's mind? Find the center of their desire and turn it to a weapon?"

Only now did the woman's expression change. Her calm facade morphed into confusion as the winds died down.

"What do you mean?"

"'Haven't seen you around here before, Darling, new in town?'" Alastor scoffed.

Y/n's eyes widened with a sudden recognition. It only fueled Alastor's anger as he took a step forward, shadows rising from the ground at his feet.

"I-"

"Just moved in, actually." the demon cut him off, holding a hand out for him to take, palm to the floor.

Alastor looked at her, disgust etched into his features.

"How could you..." he trailed off.

Eyes flicking over her form, Alastor examined the demoness carefully. Sure, she was different. She looked half dead, frost bitten to the extreme but, there was certainly something familar.

"Who are..."

His eyes narrowed with suspicion. Slowly, he took her hand in his. It was icy to the touch, sent shivers down his spine. With a practiced grace, he leaned down and planted a feathery kiss on the back of her hand.

"Ah, a charmer." Y/n smiled as he raised his head to hers again, "I'll have to be careful around you."

"Y/n."

It wasn't a question, he knew the answer. Alastor could feel it in his bones.

"Alastor."

She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close. Alastor watched her movements in astonishment. Disbelief laid thick on his body, too heavy to allow him to move.

"I'm so sorry." she whispered into his ear, her breath a cold breeze.

"I... why are you sorry?" he asked, pulling her away from him.

Alastor placed his hands on her shoulders, brushing off a bit of snow that had landed there with utmost care.

"I'm the one who's sorry. I should have come with you, I shouldn't have said the things I said, I sh-"

"I love you."

She couldn't hold the words in anymore. Icicles of tears tinkled like glass as they fell from her cheeks and landed on the floor.

"I... I love you, Alastor. I can't... I always regretted... I..."

"Me too."

He pulled her back into his arms, this time holding her body tightly to his. The cold burned but he didn't care. The whistling of the wind outside seemed to quiet.

"I love you so much, Y/n. I am so sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

Y/n pulled back, cupping Alastor's face in her hands.

"Never again."

"Never what, my love."

"Never again will I be parted from you."

"I thought I'd never see you again." Alastor admitted, "I was beginning to lose hope."

"Me too, me too."

"Never again."

"Never again."

----

Next Part -> Day Lilies (Alastor x Blizzard demon!Reader x Angel!OC)

A/N I am such a little slut for a good reunion scene.

[yandereaffections]

Overwatch Masterlist

Jesse Mccree

Naga Jesse

Scary Movies + Male S/o

Werewolf Jesse

S/o always making him Food for when he returns 

Soft life HC

“Miss Honeys Escape Attempt” BEFORE

Male Dinner worker Teasing Mccree

Curvy S/o trying to lose weigh

“Miss Honey Escape Attempt” AFTER

S/o avoiding Jesse cause he shares the same name as their brother

Stalking a ex-MMA fighter

Animal Tamer S/o threatening Mccree with a Tiger

Attempting to poison Mccree

Stripper S/o

Harpy S/o broke her wing

Cuddly S/o

Tsundere Smol Chubby S/o

S/os got a fat ass

S/o with separation anxiety

Flustered Touch starved S/o

Gender neutral S/o not feeling good about their appearance  

S/o refusing to wear glasses cause they dont want to look at their captor

Sensitive s/o who crys alot

Dealing with S/os stalker

S/o trying to kill themselves with jesses gun when he threatens them

S/o whos good at the Knife game

Happy drunk S/o

Soft headcannons

Threatening jesse with his own gun

Cheering jesse up after a stressful day

Painting his weapon

S/o whos prone to accidents 

S/o screams “dad dont hurt me” when jesse attempts to kidnap them

Overwatch S/o who works with seduction and espionage 

claustrophobic s/o

Asking Jesse out on a date

Mermaid S/o

Confident s/o who gets flustered when they compliment them

Autistic S/o who stimms alot

Genji flirting with Mccrees S/o

Torture

Hanzo Shimada

Finding out S/os Pregnant

Witnessing Genjis Murder

Healer S/o

Punk/Goth S/o

S/o getting a nosebleed from watching Hanzo workout

Too Pure for this world S/o

S/o who can Heal with a kiss

Naga Hanzo

S/o whos Protective of Naga Hanzo

Naga S/o

Someone else taking advantage and leaving S/o to die

Creep trying to look underneath S/os Skirt

‘Stupid’ S/p

Vampire Hanzo with a S/o who faints when bloods taken

S/o with Chaotic Energy

Vampire Hanzo w/ Vampire Hunter S/o

People pleaser S/o ends up hurting themselves

Expressing affection in other ways besides cuddling

Dragon S/o

Finding Drunk S/o in a casino

S/o wearing a Choker with his name on it

Yandere S/o coming up to his door covered in blood

S/o whos fine with Yandere Tendencies 

S/o uncomfortable around her family

S/o begging for Mcdonalds

Dragons HC

Attractive yet Oblivious S/o

Sneaky S/o Surprise hugging him

Comforting S/o after failing a test

S/o terrified from something theyve seen

Sneaky S/o Surprising him, ends up moaning

Stopping from S/os rival sabatoging their Ice Skating Preformance

S/os scared of bugs

S/o caring everyone but themselves 

Expert insulting s/o

S/o threatening to kill the man who stole their dog

Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them 

touch starved hesitant S/o

Naga S/o saying “snakes dont have a gag reflex”

Captive S/o refusing to take medicine for their migraine 

Insomniac S/o having to cuddle hanzo to fall alseep

Goblin S/o

Comforting Hanzo after a bad day

S/o dressing as the opposite gender to trick people

Smol S/o who wants to be crushed by hanzo

S/o getting ready to fight cause they heard genji on the roof

Dragons biting hanzo when he tries to touch S/o

S/o whos pregnant with triplets 

Bodybuilder s/o

After sex cuddles 

S/o who already has a kid

S/o whos hazy with little to no sleep

Homeless S/o who making their living off of street performances 

Genji Shimada

Scared S/o will get hurt during a mission

Pissed off S/o

Gore + Torture TW

Vampire Genji

Silly S/o who could Surprise gengi

S/o making a book all about their love for him

Crush falling asleep on his lap

Comforting S/o out of their previous relationship

S/os whos dramatic for attention

Sticking a dozen valentines stickers on his metal body

Blind S/o

Yokai S/o

Washed up Mermaid S/o

Curvy Confident S/o 

Getting a weapon maker S/o attention

Cute S/o who attracts bugs and scary animals

Sharpshooter s/o joining overwatch just to spend more time with genji

Unpredictable angry s/o

Roadhog

Petite S/o

Junkrat

Headcannons

Clingy S/o

Sick S/o

Reaper

Werewolf Reaper

Werewolf + Vampire Hybrid Reaper

House wife S/o

Waitress Crush

Scary movies

Halloween Date

Reinhardt

Headcannons

‘Big Dumbass Energy’ S/o

Werewolf S/o who turns out to transform into a puppy

Medic s/o

Overwatch receptionist S/o

Widowmaker

Advancing towards a Enemy S/o

Mercy

Spoiling S/o

Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o

Headcannons

Moria

S/o that works with Moria

Sombra

Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o 

D.VA

Pro gamer crush taking her #1 spot

Brigitte

Headcannons (female reader)

Lucio

Headcannons

Soldier 76

S/o wearing a lolita dress (male reader)

Ana Amari

“Isn’t this better―you not fighting me for once?”

Poly Mchanzo

Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them 

Jesse Mccree

Spanking S/o and having them wear lingerie 

S/o whos embarrassed cause theyre quick to cum 

Orgasm control & Mirror Kink w/ Male S/o 

Hanzo

Getting handsy in a store out of jealousy NS FW-ish

Getting hanzo to wear lingerie 

Briggit

Loving her muscles NS FW

[wormbloggign]

taylor stop lifting techniques and tactics from others challenge (impossible)

yeah.. you're a cloud of various insects, people arent looking to get in your way

taylor its not innate cmon you need to notice the swarm covering you isnt a comforting prescence for anyone but you

(also, if someone fights grue and wins, his darkness would dissipate. if they fight skitter and win, they have to deal with the many insects who are VERY pissed, and VERY unpredictable. it's simply a more extreme implicit threat than what grue has)

is she.. emulating coils convo tactics?

(TAYLOR STOP LIFTING OTHERS TECHNIQUES AND TACTICS CHALLENGE (IMPOSSIBLE))

to taylor the bugs are just her little guys, doing their best with what they got

to everyone else the bugs are spiders, flies, and wasps; vectors for poison, infection, and pain all organised by their thousands under a single cunning mind

its a very funny bit of dramatic irony (not the right term)

honestly surprised it took her this long to tell that to the PRT, taylors favourite pasttime is outing bad actors in their system

the funniest way to get immediately excecuted, ballsy move taylor

notably in those records she was telling the truth consistently, miss military seems to buy a little too much into armsmustards narratives

BY SUPPLYING RELEVANT CONTEXT TO THE SITUATION, DO YOU THINK STARVING PEOPLE WHO STEAL BREAD DESERVE JAILTIME FOR THEFT?????

(miss minutia seems very dogmatic in her beliefs of justice and criminality, kinda cringe ngl)

skitter im sorry to say but im pretty sure theyve known for a while now

they havent gone after your civillian identity yet because you havent really been findable as taylor herbert and in the rare cases you've gone out as taylor, they've had much bigger fish to fry

oh

that mustve taken a lot miss militia, i can respect that

2 ways to take this, either tattletales doing some mind games with how skitter is perceived or she wanted to get a better look at taylors butt

knowing lisa, probably both

oh yeah that too maybe

the bug pass over she does on people is very funny bc people almost definitely read it as a weapons check or an intimidation tactic but no, she just wants to know what the person she's talking to looks like

her face and eyes were covered in blood no wonder were more tense than normal "ooh why are people so unnerved around me" you look like a monster from a horror movie, you're walking around like you dont even need sight to know everything around you (she couldnt see regardless but they didnt know that)

oh theres no way they don't know her identity now

it takes one person with probably low to medium security access to hear that and go "gee, let me run a check to see if anyone with Skitters brown hair and skin colour (they wouldve seen at least that on the skitter clones, even outside how disfigured they were) matches with anyone who is blind or has been recently blinded" and then bam you find taylor with her school's recorded connection with Sophia/Shadow Stalker, her locker incident (possibly a trigger event?) her absences from school which start a couple days after skitters first appearance, line up with skitters activity AND escalate to 0% attendance once Skitter starts doing things like participating in the Endbringer event and soon after claims territory (a full time occupation seemingly), if you keep digging it seems she has moved out of her dad's house around the same time to an undisclosed house on the edge of town (no actual address given, possibly a misdirection), her father and all of his work friends survived (with minimal injuries) the Shatterbird announcement at the begining of the Slaughterhouse 9's occupation and they stayed alive for its entirety, And as a cherry on top, Taylors last 2 documented interactions with the public is Asssaulting a minor which was handled and doccumented by Shadow Stalker and COILS BOMBING where she was one of the survivors but was BLINDED, shortly after MYSTERIOUSLY DISSAPEARED with no release or transfer papers signed (or if they were, it'd be signed by Lisa W or an unknown third party)

OR

they could just ask dragon

...

that was kind of long sorry

back to the livebloggign!

(insert funny masking joke here)

sometimes i wonder if taylor has a death wish (hint: yes)

i sincerely doubt that. our girls tolerance for abuse is ridiculously high by now

the writer is fucking with me. the day we get a proper breakdown of anyones costume is the day hell freezes over

are we just gonna pretend that isnt deeply disturbing and violating?

eh, alright

taylor may know the kind of thing he saw but its very clear from how he's behaving, whatever he experienced has a lot harsher of a grasp on his psyche, probably because his trigger event and the context around it happened at such a vulnerable and young age

anyway hows that search for a villains therapist going? i really think they should invest in one

TATTLETALE YOURE GOING TO GET THE SECRET ASSASSIN SQUAD AFTER YOU PLEASE

lisa either never fucks around or never stops fucking around and i cant tell anymore

[fire-but-ashes-too]

Your objective: To plot a murder to subtle that not even the victim (one of your characters) knows what's happening until it's too late.

Rules: You cannot use poison, but are free to use whatever else you feel like. You cannot carry out said murder in real life (for legal and moral reasons). Simply describe how you would go about it with any specific character of yours.

Have fun!

no poisons and do irl murdering? bummer :(

BUT YES FINALLY PLEASE TAKE A SIT AND GRAB POPCORN OR LEAVE THIS POST IF URE NOT SO EXCITED ABOUT MURDERS!

this is a very cool scheme tm i thought about a few days ago (cause yes its what i do in my free time)

did u know that air, the one we breathe every day is VERY dangerous if it gets in ur lil blood system? well, now u do.

our dear victim, lets say.. giada, shes been around the dead too long theyve now infected her >:D

i was saying, Giada, as the very health attentive citizen that she is, is going to get a vaccine cause, ya know, ✨covid✨ and who she finds there to give ehr the vaccine? me ofc! (lets all take a moment to appreciate my dedition to this since i am terribly agophobic)

so, Giada sits down and i give her a nice air shot. BAM. heart attack!

its a little one tho, as a cover so i make her lay down and raise her legs to make the blood circulate better *wink wink*

the air gets around and she eventually faints. i quickly throw the empty siringe in the bin and call someone (idk like emergency button? something like that) and start "panicking".

as soon as they arrive (so very soon) what they see is a woman who didnt handle a strong vaccine well (and who already spent hours in a not so healthy environment) and an absolutely panicking nurse.

BUT, its not finished yet! the best part has yet to come!

ill let a month or so pass, the news was on the papers and shit, our next target is giada's old enemy (never even mentioned in the story but ofc she has one).

we are going to make a very touchy and badly executed murder, and what i mean by that is that well leave fingerprints, strands of hair and so on EVERYWHERE, but, but, but it wont be OUR dna! no no no! it will be giada's!

this murder (im considering an external part from the rules since the ha-bet-u-didnt-see-this-coming murder was giada's) will be a very nrmal one, like stabbing or sometihng like that.

the knife will be there etc.

then, thank u holly jackson and all the creepy and very detailed books ive read, were gonna make it seem as if the murder has happened wayyyy earlier by leaving it in a VERy hot room and absolutel NEVER moving the body.

were gonna get ourselves an alibi and take out a couple relics from a month ago: a silicone replica of giada's hands, with fingerprints and all, some of giada's saliva and a couple of strands from giada's hair.

were gonna go back to the crime scene (which is now cadaver-less) and leave proof around, possibly not seen but if we must, undercover looking like giada and leavung evidence very quiclky.

were now gonna come back with some more of giada's dna to leave on the body and put it again in the crime scene (which should be a place without security cameras) plus a sprinkle of giada's dna.

we leave the crime scene (still masked as giada) and leave the body there, brutally murdered and in plain view.

the police find it and everything leads to a dead person.

the body cant be more than a couple days old and all proof leads to their longly deceased old nemesis.

BAM.

(notes: it is very important to wear a mask, gloves, goggles and a bald cap or a silicone swimming cap while performing the second murder, preferrably all black and to be shaved as in to leave no dna behind)

the perfect and way too creepy murder!

[moss-and-marimos]

you could literally start talking abt the grossest shit in my tags and I'd start clapping honestly pls do ramble

people who dont want to see talk of the intimacy and eroticism of horror and gore dont click read more vbjdhfdfvj

ougugghghhghghg goes wild its the intimacy and inherent eroticism of gore, sorry if this is a bit incoherent im tired but maybe I will dump more in your ask box another time bvjhdfd, for me its a sort of like fucked up thing between trusting the person to put you back together afterwards and wanting to be understood in a way nobody can without literally taking you apart, I guess kinda similar in a way to like wanting people to know about your trauma in a self destructive way, thats what a lot of it is to me that makes it interesting is the art of self destructive clearly unhealthy codependency dynamic between consumer and consumee, test subject and scientist, im not gonna put my own year old poem here bc it needs some revisions vbjdfd but to summarize it talks about being loved through the restraints binding you, and being seen as what you truly are, some mass of meat, and them taking you apart and loving you anyway. they will see you laid bare, more vulnerable than you have ever been, and they will make the choice that you deserve to stay, or in the case of cannibalism that they want you to be their nourishment. That in trusting you to take them apart, you are trusting them to sustain you. its really fucked and interesting to me. The idea that consumption or vivisection or similar are some warped sort of love, the same sort of way that people will abuse others and say theyre doing it because they love you, is very interesting to me. obviously its bad but its the only comparison I can draw here and its an interesting thing to explore in fiction. its a type of love that is obsessive and destructive and painful and violent and thats why its so interesting. And again referring to that poem I wrote last year "and you wish you could be a better test subject. and with the blood on their hands and a smile on your face you thank them. after all your life is in their hands." and "theyve been inside you more times than you can count, and something about that is so appealing. to be taken apart. to be examined. to be understood. oh how invasive. you long for it" and the fucked up eroticism of instead of having like idk bite marks or hickeys or whatever shit on you you're covered in scars from their invasiveness and tests, showing just how much you belong to them and just how well they know to put you back together. After cutting away everything vulnerable, after getting to just the bones (and maybe even cutting away those too), after seeing the abomination you are, they put you back together anyway, again and again. In both a metaphorical sense of like exploring trauma and trusting the other person with that and in a fictional but more literal sense, it is quite literally exploring the other person, and its incredibly intimate, and requires so so much trust.

[mxtxfanatic]

tbh, the whole ~~its easy to be kind when youre rich!!!!~~ take makes me feel like some people watched parasite and didnt really understand what it was saying when one of the characters said that same thing about the family they were working for (and idk, maybe theyve never seen that movie and arent thinking about it, but its what immediately comes to my mind when people say that phrase). The rich family wasnt actually nice!! they just didnt place the same emotional weight on certain things because they had so much of them, and therefore thought less about them, etc. But that wasnt supposed to be a line meaning that all rich people are nice because they dont have to worry about surviving, which is how some people seem to feel about class and which drives me nuts!!! its such a lukewarm, incorrect take imo!

(I’ve never seen Parasite, don’t judge 🫣) but I think you’re right, anon, people do mistake niceness for kindness and genuineness. Rich people irl doing things to launder their money and reputations in the eyes of the public is not a sincere display of generosity meant to materially change the conditions of the lower classes. Also, being a celebrity =\= being a hero. On the flip side, if poverty was a condition that made humans more inclined to forsake their morals and hospitality, the human race would have died out a long time ago. You have no further to look for examples of this than when disaster strikes in the world or extreme human rights abuses occur. “Poor people have less opportunities to be heroes,” say that to the people who dive into rip tides to save drowning swimmers or the people digging through the rubble of destroyed buildings to pull out survivors or the people jumping onto subway tracks to save strangers who’ve fallen in. Say that to people who open their homes to hide whole groups of people against state persecution, whether in secret or in plain view of the world. Say that to the history of colonial resistance (of which China has centuries of examples) or slave rebellions. Where were the rich people and their “privilege of kindness” then?

Now let’s put this in context of tgcf. Which institutionally powerful characters, who are not Xie Lian, use their status, money, and power to materially change the conditions of the common people? Xie Lian was out there carrying rain from different parts of the world to relieve Yong’an’s drought while he fought with his father, THE EMPEROR, to provide aid for the refugees. Xie Lian, alone, talked to the refugees about what was happening and walked amongst the people to see what they were suffering through. The only god who helps him is The Rain Master; everyone else focuses on stealing his worshipers behind his back or telling him that human life is not valuable enough to want to save from suffering.

Most of the martial gods ascend from war or prowess, and many of these achievements are covered in blood such that revealing them could (and does for some!) strip them of their godhood. I can’t say much about how the civil gods ascend, though in Ling Wen’s case it also seems based on skill and not so much how they actively help the people. Feng Xin and Mu Qing are the only characters I can think of who don’t follow this pattern, but even they are willing to forsake the common people and lower castes if it means staying within the status quo (all the moments they try to persuade Xie Lian against fighting the Xianle nobility on behalf of the Yong’an refugees or how they try to persecute the ghosts as easy solutions to the story’s mysteries without looking into the abnormalities of each case because “gods can’t be bad so it must be the ghosts!”). And again, the climax of the story has the capital city saved from utter destruction by the power of the community and camaraderie amongst the city’s homeless population (whereas the heavens are saved by the power of unconditional love and Hua Cheng’s complete faith in Xie Lian), all at the cost of… sharing a meal together at the end of the day.

Real life doesn’t adhere to the logic that goodness is a class privilege, and this book doesn’t reproduce that logic either. So once again people are using their biases to interpret messages in the text that simply do not exist.

[yeonmuse]

BREAK THE WALLS | Kim Hongjoong

Chapter 19 | Finale | Full Chapter List

🀥 Government agent Hongjoong x Rebel Oc

🀥 genre | dystopian society, halazia x geurilla concept , enemies to lovers

🀥 word count | 2k

🀥 Summary | An organization by the name of Sector 1 was well known for their work in the underground, theyve been well known for the recruiting of teens and using them to form an army since the year 2034. Collecting strays for their rebellion against those in higher power. Now the year is 2064 and the organization still runs strong they run like a family, with the new technology theyve found ways of keeping alive those that have been scorned in any past battles theyve had against the government.

When the government sends in 7 of their best men to infiltrate the organization. What will they do when their cover is blown and their true intentions are revealed? Will they join the rebellion or will they continue to let the government pull their strings like the little puppets they once were?

"My boys have returned! And you've brought..........guests." His eyes landed on the unconscious Tahani before landing on Jongho who continued to put up a fight against his restraints.

"San take them to the clear room." At his order San was quick to follow.

"What knowledge do you have for me?" Eden asks as he sits back in his seat. Seonghwa was the one to speak on all of their behalf

"The boy's name is Choi Jongho, head of the organization's recruits, he's the one that prepares them for the occasions and sends them all through some sort of evaluation process. The girl though. Tahani Morgan, she's their weapon, she goes by Hira. She's half human half machine they call her kind cyber dolls down there in the Sector 1. She's Mingyu's most skilled fighter, her prized possession." Hongjoong his chest burned with envy at the way Eden's ears perked up at the mention of Tahani, he was sure Eden knew who she was.

Meanwhile, the five boys flooded Eden's ears with more and more information that they knew wouldnt be enough. Yeosang scrambled to find the microbots he so desperately needed for the girls surgery.

"Hm why dont we go down to the clear room then, i want to see this girl with my own two eyes." Hongjoongs fist coiled at his side, he was pretty sure that the way his nails had been digging into the skin of his palm, he definitely drew some blood.

As the five of them all followed Eden to the elevators all they could do was hope that Yeosang had found the microbots and already given the rest of the organization the green light. When they got to the basement floor they found both Jongho and a still unconscious Tahani in a glass box in the middle of a gray room. Eden took a chair and placed it on the other side of the glass and simply waited for the girl to finally wake. Each of them locked eyes with one another knowing that if she woke and Yeosang hadn't already been out of there, they just might be screwed.

"Wake her." Eden ordered, it seemed to be an order aimed directly at San, who had been standing in the boxes control room. In his head San spoke a silent apology as he sent a shock wave on the lowest setting throughout the glass box, which unfortunately shocked not only Tahani but Jongho as well.

'Why hasn't he just questioned Jongho, why Tahani' Hongjoong thought to himself.

When Tahani woke her eyes were like daggers as they stared not at Eden but to Hongjoong

"I fucking trusted you, every word thar you said i trusted. I swear to god when I get out of this box I will slaughter every single one of you." There was a white glint in the girl's eyes that neither of them had ever seen before. Not even when she first found out that they had been sent by the Alsurians. Furious wasn't enough to describe the look in the girl's eyes. Yeosang needed to move quickly or else this could go bad in more ways than one.

"Tahani Morgan....daughter of Thea and Ezariah Morgan."

"You don't get to say their names. You don't get to say their names with that filthy mouth of yours." Tahani spat back coldly to which Eden simply laughed in amusement.

"You're feisty, compared to your mother i like that." He chuckles before standing and tracing his hand along the box as he moves over to her side. Seonghwas gaze shifted to Hongjoong who he knew by now must have been fuming at the sight before him.

"You know it's not surprising that you would join an organization like Sector 1, just like your parents you can't seem to keep your nose out of a business you play no part in. Now your parents were easy to get rid of but why is it you're still sitting right here before me when you should have been dead the moment that the rural building exploded. Seonghwa tells me those friends of yours have made you some sort of an experiment...is that right?"

"Fuck you and Seonghwa." Was all the girl said as she stared back at him through cold eyes. It hurt Seonghwa to his core to hear the girl say that but he couldn't say anything, no moves were to be made until they got the signal. Eden simply chuckled as he took his seat once again.

"So tell me then Tahani before I dispose of you along with your friend here. Your organization's little plan..when does it begin."

Finally finding her strength the girl stood to her feet and the sound similar to a power surge could be heard as she stood a few inches behind the glass.

"now."

As if it was on cue an alarm sounds throughout the building just as Tahani had brought her hand to the glass and shattered it. Alaurian soldiers came flooding into the room, two of them taking Eden away before the rest charged at Tahani.

"Go. We'll take care of Tahani, you go after Eden." Seonghwa reassures Hongjoong, who glances back to Tahani one last time before leaving the room. As Tahani used all her strength to fight off the lot of them she was confused and quite shocked to say the least when she found all but hongjoong fighting off the alaurian soldiers.

On all sides all seemed to be racing against the clock as they fought off, slashed at and ran bullets through as many soldiers as they could to buy both Mingyu and Juyeon some time. It was the bomb squads job to make sure they got the detnator to Juyeon as soon as possible, without that bomb this entire ambush upon the alarians would fall downhill and theyd be sitting ducks. When the seven of them had finished off the last of the soldiers or what they assumed to be the last of them for now, Tahani instantly charged for Seonghwa but was stopped by Jongho.

"Wait wait, before you decide to rip anyone to shreds they're on our side Tahani...i'm sorry we didn't let you in on our plans but there was no other way we could have gone about it without getting caught." Seconds later even more alaurians burst through the doors leaving Jongho no time to further explain.

Meanwhile while the seven of them fought countless soldiers one after the other, both Hongjoong and Mingyu were on a scramble for time to get to Eden. Hongjoong was the first to find him, a moment he had dreaded for some time now but he already knew was sure to come. Punching and slashing his way past every guard that came his way Hongjoong showed no mercy as he finally had Eden alone without the protection of any guards to hide behind. Without the slightest bit of hesitation he aimed the gun at edens head.

"So this is how it goes, hm? Taken out by my own son?"

"Im not your fucking son."

"Then who am I hongjoong? I raised you, fed you, bathed you, clothe you. I've been there your entire life. The man that taught you everything." Eden responds lightheartedly as if the gun hongjoong held in his hands simply mean nothing.

"Why don't you spare him the bullshit and tell him the truth brother." Mingyu enters the room taking the spot next to hongjoong who was quite surprised to see their leader there, even more to hear him call Eden brother.

"Why don't you tell him how you killed your own sister before you took him in. How you blamed it all on Juyeon and claimed he had killed her because he wanted the seat in this tower to be his own. Tell him how you manipulated him, forced him to believe that anything outside of this tower was dangerous simply because you wanted there to be no way he'd find out the truth. Well your shitty plan surely backfired on you. The one thing you didn't want him to know, he now knows simply because you didn't think your plans through." Mingyu then took the gun from hongjoongs hand and emptied all but one bullet, he was more than sure he wouldn't miss.

"You may have spoiled our plans with the first rebellion but this time youve lost everything. Your ways of working have always left a bitter taste in my mouth." And with that he shot, a bullet running straight through the front of Eden's skull and straight out the back. Mingyu never even spared hongjoong a glance. Through their earpieces everyone tuned in only to hear Juyeons voice for the first time since the second Rebellion was put into motion.

"Everyone clear out. Now." With that both Mingyu and Hongjoong found themselves running through the hallways without looking back. Blood splatter and lifeless corpses decorated the once glorious halls. As they rushed down the stairs they found many others scrambling to make their way out of the building as well. Though Hongjoong was relieved once he made it out, anxiety set in once he realized the others were nowhere to be found.

"Ten seconds until detonation Mingyu has made it out yet." Both Mingyu and Hongjoong glanced at one another before Hongjoongs eyes set back on the entrance of the building. A sigh escaped Mingyu's lips and just as he spoke the words "blow it." Hongjoong spotted every one of them including Tahani closing in on the entrance. As soon as each of them stepped foot from the large building a large explosion sent them all flying in different directions and the building came crashing down. Both Hongjoong and Mingyu let out relieved breaths as they saw the seven of them emerge from the clearing smoke.

"I really fucking hate explosives." Was all Tahani said before being engulfed into a hug by Hongjoong. When he finally released her she delivered a heavy punch to his right arm before glaring at him.

"That's for making me think you switched sides." She spoke angrily, but even though the girl was verymuch serious all hongjoong could do was laugh in response, finding the girls actions cute.

As if the building's explosion was some form of summoning, everyone from the surrounding buildings and homes in the city began to crowd the place and look out at what was once the Alaura tower."

"How much you wanna bet Mingyu gives yet another speech right now?" Jongho asks as he nudged the girl with his elbow.

"I'd be an absolute idiot to bet against that." She responds, earning a laugh on jonghos end. And the chestnut haired male was indeed right.

The G unit all watched in amusement as Mingyu climbed up onto the nearest vehicle and a megaphone was placed into his hand by Leedo.

"When the hell did he get a megaphone." Jongho asks, slightly confused.

"Citizens of Starlight...today starts a new chapter in the book for this city. The all royal alaura empire has now fallen. Over 25 years ago a woman by the name of Kim Younghwan had two sons and one daughter. One of them you knew as Eden. The daughter was the next in line to become heir and protector of the city but Eden, now Eden would never allow that to happen so he made sure to get rid of her, he made sure that he'd be the next in line to take her place. As of today you no longer live under the rule of Eden but the third child of Kim Younghwan, Kim mingyu. Me and my family are known as the Sector. For years we've worked beneath the city waiting, and working for this very moment right here. From today forward we'll renew this city and start anew. I give you my vow that my family and I will rebuild all that my brother has destroyed."

"Wait did any of you know this-" Tahani looks at both Leedo and Jongho who only shook their head in response to the girls question.

"So...Mingyu is the rightful heir of the city..." Tahani spoke

"And related to Eden." Leedo chimes in.

"And I think I might be his nephew." Hongjoong adds on, making all eyes shoot to him.

"Oh this just keeps getting more interesting by the second." San laughs in disbelief

[polyhexian]

heres a weird discussion topic.im obviously deeply influenced by fanfiction and fandom culture. i read real books, i do, i promise. less than i used to though. but i think like, my perception of whats considered normal is like, really skewed. whats considered appropriate. so im like, okay, how much is appropriate to have in a book? a ya book? an adult book? at what point is it no longer a normal book with some evidence of sexuality in it but something x rated with plot? when I was a teenager i read a lot of YA fiction and i recall a... surprising amount of horny content in it. and today im listening to a video on a ya book and thinking about some popular ya books and how often they include Steamy Romance or promise explicit content whether it delivers or not. i remember the last tiwlight book promising raunchy sex scenes and then her chickening out at the last minute. but i remember despite being like 16 and knowing the audience was other teenagers i did expect fully explicit content. was that an odd expectation for me to have, in hindsight? is the threshold for explicit content higher in the written word? is it normal to include vaguely described content frequently or more descriptive content in the shortform? whats the line?

and then im sitting here just thinking like... if you have seen my youtube you know what i warn for. i put warnings in the front of every video. but sometimes i include blood or sexuality in the thumbnail and then i think well, hey, this is a thumbnail, it should be g rated, right? but then i think oflike. what do i expect to see on billboards, magazine covers, tv commercials. all of those things are presented without rating or warning, in public space. where lies the threshold?

anyway i dont know if ive ever read a legitimately... good? decent, even, sex scene in a real book, maybe ever. theyve always been vague, sort of handwaved past, or descriptive but cringe. also almost all of the latter i actually remember were ya lmfao. ya is young adult.

i try to think of what pg-13 is a lot of the time, what would fly in something pg13. jurassic park was pg13. raptors ate peoples faces. limbs were rended from bodies.  sixth sense is pg13. it has some truly disturbing imagery. suicide, murder, that gunshot in a kids head. the vomit. the lord of the rings movies. forrest gump.

sorry hang on side tracked. theres a pg13 minions movie?

[sereniv]

Hi I saw your comment under a post about blood quantum and native and reconnecting and I just wanted to ask realistically when do you think you shouldn’t reconnect? I know blood quantum isn’t something we should go by but realistically when should you not reconnect and just learn to accept that you had native ancestry. I’m asking because I wanted to reconnect but I have really really low quantum and I’m a bit scared if it’s my place to reconnect even though I deeply want to.

How i go about it is 1. theres tribes that accept as low as 1/16th BQ, so in terms of low you could say 'that low', but that tends to still leave people out like the descendents of slaves owned by some tribes, who i believe have the right to call themselves by that tribes name and reconnect, that of which also goes for those adopted into tribes.

but 2. most importantly is your reasoning and draw towards wanting to reconnect (and a few other criteria ill mention in a minute)

A lot of people with these questions or wanting to reconnect either are people who just did a dna test, have newly/"newly" obtained info from family, or both (like me). And though the initial feeling can be a swirl of emotions to sadness to anger to feeling like the last puzzle piece to also feeling shame, the first thing to do is to sit with yourself and go through these emotions and figure out why you are feeling them.

Because like i tell everyone, new information about family and heritage and a whole culture can make you feel like the next step is to be part of that culture and claim it, especially if its its like a missing puzzle piece.

But whatever percentage you are, one should first look at the percentage theyve already known themselves to be (or the 'default' in terms of white ppl), like italian or swedish or french- and feel pride in those. explore that- but also you need to ask yourself why you want to explore and if claiming that is also necessary (more on that later)

because when it comes to whiteness it is seen as the default. Youre french so youre 'just french' or 'just norwegian'. But these identities have full cultures and history and language and foods and songs and a 'community' to explore

and if you are neglecting that or have no interest then you have to ask yourself why. But also again, if you want to pursue and claim, ask yourself why.

So you find pride in that if you dont already, because a lot of people without a culture crave one, and because any whiteness (especially americans) is seen as default, any 'Caucasian' culture can seem like not legitimate? if that makes sense

Basically, If you are mostly white, be interested and pursue the cultures that you are mostly made of (im talking french, italian, etc. ashkenazi is a whole other subject and is complicated when it comes to race etc. also different communities/ppl have different ideas on whether youre able to even connect at all). And then you can move on to asking yourself what being native means to you

and this is going off of if you had no struggle before hand, as in identity issues- theres so many situations that i cant cover all of them. Theres poc who are already involved in their main culture. theres people who are white passing and those that arent. theres those that have struggled with identity their whole life etc.

so that out of the way: claiming.

lets say youre a low BQ and youre wondering if you should claim that identity or not- well theres a third option! and that is simply acknowledgment.

instead of saying you are native, you can say you have native heritage. And it might seem like semantics, but it helps with mindset and how you actually live your life and experience it in a way

Being native (among other identities im sure) is...living native? Its not passive, but its also not a 'lifestyle'. Its an embodiment, that of which is different for everyone, that you live. Its being involved and being present, whereas acknowledgment is passive (though you can still be involved)

Claiming is a one and done deal. You either are native or you aren't. You dont just try the identity on and then say its not for you.

Its so hard to explain bc its different for everyone, but this is why you have to sit down with yourself and ask why you want (or need) to claim it. why are you native? not why do you want to be native- not going off of looks or what you do or what percentage, but what does it mean to you

Some people come to the conclusion that it is honoring ancestors, in a way that you feel in your bones. Whereas someone who simply acknowledges their native heritage, honoring their ancestors is more of a 'least you can do' kind of feeling.

Some people feel being native for them is thr connection and the community. Being involved. Which you can feel with acknowledging your heritage, but its more of an outside feeling. Not outsider, just passive.

Again its so hard to explain, but once you explore your feelings you will know. The biggest way to know is to forget about all of it. And if it hurts to ignore, if its frustrating, if it feels like youre lying to people or to yourself, if it feels like an ache to not 'be', then thats your answer

i have acknowledged some parts of me like scottish and irish, that i feel close to because of my grandma and the stories but i am not irish or scottish. Its in me, its in my ancestors and im proud of it and love it, and there is a connection, but its different from being native and italian. Irish and Scottish just somehow always felt outside of me not part of me, and native ended up being a missing puzzle piece that i had always struggled with identity wise growing up (i was always told i was hispanic/mexican but also mention of native, my dad was a mystery so it was always something i focused on)

So

In my opinion, and this is utmost an opinion: Is that BQ, as we know, is a colonial construct.

That even 1 drop of native blood means you can at least acknowledge your heritage and get involved and care about the community or even specific tribe if you know it. But those with not a single drop (like descendents of tribal owned slaves) are also allowed to acknowledge or claim

The best thing for someone to do is just go through how they feel, look into their history, figure out what it all means to them

And that its okay to acknowledge your heritage, to be proud of the people who got you here, to be sad for the plights. But ultimately have no draw, no feel, no actual connection to the tribe or the community beyond that

And that regardless of BQ, if you are native because its something you are just not able to deny, then you are

The focus shouldnt be claiming, and again with the emotions one can get it can almost feel like theres a time limit due to the anxiety of the information and wanting to catch up on lost time.

But you have all the time in the world, especially if this is absolutely new info and you had not previously had any idea- to explore your feelings and see whether claiming the identity is a natural order of things, or if simply acknowledging your heritage is what is natural for you

So in short: BQ is not required to claim native, but to claim native there should be no doubt at the end of exploring your emotions. (ex. "I am indigenous/native. I am Diné) Otherwise its totally okay to be involved and acknowledge your heritage (ex. "I have native heritage/Im a seminole decendent, etc)

Sorry this is so long and hopefully it makes sense and is coherent i tend to get off track. if i didnt actually answer your question pls send me another ask lol!

EDIT: Oh id say you shouldnt reconnect if your intentions are crap, if you feel like being native makes you different or cool or whatever. Or if its something you can see yourself drifting away from. If youre going to reconnect (usually this means claiming the identity) then its something that is one and done. Otherwise you could hurt those around you that take you at face value if you were to just...stop being native.

So realistically, you do some hard thinking. You look at your past and your ancestors past. And you look at your future. You have time to figure it out.

[spacedikut]

spooky scary skeletons ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

summary: spencer has the prettiest face you’ve ever painted on. 1626 words

a/n: a poorly edited, poorly written and late halloween thing! inspired by idmakeitbehave (go read everything theyve ever written ever) because they have the BEST meet cutes and every time i think of them i :-)

masterlist

The haunted mansion of the fair, overflowing with screams, the sound of chainsaws and the evil cackle your friend has been rehearsing in the mirror all month, stands tall behind you like the looming presence it is. It’s brought great entertainment for you, watching and hearing the reactions of those that dare enter.

You’re set up not far from the exit of the house with your array of face paint around you, paintbrush in hand. Most of your customers are children – this year’s most popular request is pumpkin, last year was skeleton – and as much as you love spookiness and gore and everything in between, the rush of pride you feel when a little girl gasps and thanks you with the sweetest voice when you show her your finished work is unmatched.

You’re not the least surprised that your clientele is mainly children. There’s the odd parent here and there that is persuaded to get a black cat on their cheek, or some fake blood coming from their eyes and mouths, but they never venture beyond the small request.

Until him.

He’s marched up to you by his friend who, wearing a dress covered in fake spiders and cobwebs, pushes him by the shoulders right up to the foldable chair that’s placed opposite you. You’re drying off a wet paintbrush, glancing up when you hear the crunch of leaves beneath their feet.

“My friend would like his face painted.” She tells you.

“Of course,” You gesture for him to take the seat in front of you, the compliment slipping out after giving them both a once-over. “I like your outfits.”

“Oh!” The girl grins. “Thank you. I’ve been waiting all year to wear it. And he,” She points to the still-silent customer who hasn’t taken his eyes off you once, “Is more obsessed with Halloween than anyone I know.”

Looking at the bright orange pumpkin-covered sweater he’s wearing, you’re overcome by the urge to touch it – and his hair, with the way it’s all squiggles and curls and seems so soft. “What can I do for you?”

The first time he speaks, it’s after he takes a deep breath and rubs his palms on his trousers. “A skeleton, please.”

You’re already arranging the colours you’ll need, missing how the girl slips away, too busy asking the usual questions, “How big?”

“My entire face.”

That’s a new one. For an adult, at least. Usually all they want is an easy to clean, easy to hide image on their cheek.

It’s only then you really take in his appearance. In the dark, dusty light of the fair, he looks like a real life Tim Burton character – shallow eyes, sharp cheekbones, a general gauntness that you’ve only seen in fiction. He’s the perfect skeleton, if that isn’t weird to think.

“All over?” Your hand moves to gesture over your face, as if miming to him what all over really means.

“Yeah,” He nods, “I’m not that good of an artist, and my mask makes it kind of hard to see. So a skeleton is spooky enough but not a lot of work, right?”

“Right.” You smile at him. “Right, okay, let’s do it.”

The second the cold bristles dip into the paint before you, you’re absorbed in ensuring you do a good job. You’re used to working on children, so you naturally take hold of his chin to move his face this way and that way to apply a firm coat and get your lines right.

“I’m Spencer, by the way,” He mumbles.

You huff a laugh. He feels your breath on his lips. “Hi, Spencer, I’m Y/N.”

The customer – Spencer – wiggles his lips in a way that tells you he’s holding back a smile. You’re not sure what it is about him, but you like him. You like how still he sits, patiently letting you do your work, you like how much he seems to like Halloween (you refer to the sweater and the fact he’s about to cover his entire face in paint to look like a skeleton), and you like how his eyes on you make you feel. Because it doesn’t feel gross, or weird, like it normally does; it’s like his gaze is complimenting you silently, the intensity of it making you bite the inside of your cheek.

Small-talk comes naturally after hours of doing this job. “You mentioned a mask? What was it a mask of?”

“Michael Myers.”

“Oh,” You shiver, “I hate that guy.”

“The iconic mask is actually a William Shatner mask that’s painted white and changed to blur the resemblance to Shatner. Specifically, it’s a Captain Kirk death mask created for Star Trek.” Spencer tells you, giving a tight lipped smile when you pause for a second to take in the information.

“How does William Shatner feel about that?”

“Not great, probably. But, can you imagine being considered one of the stars of the Halloween franchise?” He’s giddy, almost wiggling in excitement. “I’d love to see people wearing my face every Halloween.”

You laugh at that.

A few more facts are spewed out while you mix black with a little bit of white to make grey, some you already know and some you don’t, but he’s still chattering on when you turn back to face him, ready to paint again.

The words die in his throat, however, when your hand finds home on the back of his neck, thumb hooking around to lift his jaw up. “Still, please.”

Even if he wanted to give an unnecessary apology, he wouldn’t be able to, as if his throat is full of sand.

It’s silent for a while, Spencer’s eyes trained on the twinkling night sky that sits calmly compared to the thundering of his heart, the scramble of thoughts in his head. When your hand moves away a few minutes later, his disappointed eyes fall back to your face, where he finds himself thinking, please do that again.

“Do you want the black on your eyelids, too, or just around your eye?” You ask over your shoulder, oblivious to the new slump in Spencer’s back.

“Eyelids, too, please.”

You smile to yourself at how polite he is. Spencer might be the sweetest person you’ve ever met and you’ve known him for twenty minutes.

By the time you’re done, you’ve decided Spencer is the best customer you’ve ever had and you’d give anything to replay this interaction again and again. He’s polite, listens when you ask him to turn a certain way or sit up (a surprising amount of adults simply do not listen), and brings the most interesting conversation.

Did you know the use of OMG can be traced back to 1917? Cause Spencer does, and he bestowed you with the same knowledge.

You’re impressed with yourself and Spencer’s brain when you finally lean back, checking for any spots you missed or parts you can fix.

Before you even reach for the mirror, Spencer’s interrupting you.

“Um… do I-do I look spooky?”

You face him, a pretty smirk on your lips, “Terrifying.”

When you hold the mirror up to his face, he barely spares himself glance (but it’s enough of a glance for him to think holy crap, you’re talented) and there’s a look in his eye – he’s hesitant. About what, you’re not sure.

You wonder if he can tell you don’t want him to go. You enjoy his company, you enjoy him, and you’ve never wanted to wipe your work off someone’s face so quickly just for an excuse to do it again until now.

“How much do I owe you?” He asks, reaching for his wallet but not leaving the chair.

Your eyes narrow for a split second as you weight your option. Then you think fuck it, and say, “Nothing. It’s on the house.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“You can, and you will.” You stand. “Consider it thanks for all the cool facts you gave me.”

He lights up when you say cool facts, and opens his mouth to again offer to pay when he’s cut off by a group of laughing teenagers flying out of the haunted house, the exit door slamming against the wood with a startling bang.

Spencer gets an idea.

Seeing you look at the house, he asks, “Have you been in yet?”

You shake your head. “No. Not yet. If I have time later, maybe-“

“Come in with me.”

His grip on his wallet is tight, channelling all worry into his fingers so he doesn’t stumble or say something stupid.

“It’s the least I can do, and it’ll be too scary on my own.”

He’s lying – the idea of going through a haunted house by himself sounds exhilarating, but he’s found an opportunity to not leave you just yet and he’s going to take it.

You consider him for a moment. It’s late, you’ve been painting faces all day, and the sweetest, most attractive person you’ve ever seen is asking you to join them in a haunted house on Halloween. What kind of person would say no?

“Okay,” You happily concede, “But don’t blame me if I end up clinging to you.”

The two of you join the line into the house, giggling when someone dramatically falls through the exit and gasps for air like he’s barely made it out alive. And when the next people to leave the house are a couple who hold eachother close and tight, hands intertwined and one with their head buried in the neck of the other, Spencer steps a little closer to you, hoping you get the memo that having you cling to him doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.

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[yandereaffections]

The 5th Masterlist

Master list 5 in order: Overwatch, Red Dead Redemption 2, Sherlock, Spiderman: Into the spiderverse, Supernatural, Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun, Voltron, My OCs 

1st master list

2nd master list

3rd master list

4th master list

6th master list

7th master list

Overwatch:

Jesse Mccree-

Naga Jesse

Scary Movies + Male S/o

Werewolf Jesse

S/o always making him Food for when he returns 

Soft life HC

“Miss Honeys Escape Attempt” BEFORE

Male Dinner worker Teasing Mccree

Curvy S/o trying to lose weigh

“Miss Honey Escape Attempt” AFTER

S/o avoiding Jesse cause he shares the same name as their brother

Stalking a ex-MMA fighter

Animal Tamer S/o threatening Mccree with a Tiger

Attempting to poison Mccree

Stripper S/o

Harpy S/o broke her wing

Cuddly S/o

Tsundere Smol Chubby S/o

S/os got a fat ass

S/o with separation anxiety

Flustered Touch starved S/o

Gender neutral S/o not feeling good about their appearance  

S/o refusing to wear glasses cause they dont want to look at their captor

Sensitive s/o who crys alot

Dealing with S/os stalker

Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them 

S/o trying to kill themselves with jesses gun when he threatens them

S/o whos good at the Knife game

Happy drunk S/o

Soft headcannons

Threatening jesse with his own gun

Cheering jesse up after a stressful day

Painting his weapon

S/o whos prone to accidents 

S/o screams “dad dont hurt me” when jesse attempts to kidnap them

Overwatch S/o who works with seduction and espionage 

claustrophobic s/o

Asking Jesse out on a date

Spanking S/o and having them wear lingerie NS FW

Mermaid S/o

S/o whos embarrassed cause theyre quick to cum NS FW

Confident s/o who gets flustered when they compliment them

Autistic S/o who stimms alot

Genji flirting with Mccrees S/o

Torture

Orgasm control & Mirror Kink w/ Male S/o NS FW

Hanzo Shimada-

Finding out S/os Pregnant

Witnessing Genjis Murder

Healer S/o

Punk/Goth S/o

S/o getting a nosebleed from watching Hanzo workout

Too Pure for this world S/o

S/o who can Heal with a kiss

Naga Hanzo

S/o whos Protective of Naga Hanzo

Naga S/o

Someone else taking advantage and leaving S/o to die

Creep trying to look underneath S/os Skirt

‘Stupid’ S/p

Vampire Hanzo with a S/o who faints when bloods taken

S/o with Chaotic Energy

Vampire Hanzo w/ Vampire Hunter S/o

People pleaser S/o ends up hurting themselves

Expressing affection in other ways besides cuddling

Dragon S/o

Finding Drunk S/o in a casino

Getting handsy in a store out of jealousy NS FW-ish

S/o wearing a Choker with his name on it

Yandere S/o coming up to his door covered in blood

S/o whos fine with Yandere Tendencies 

S/o uncomfortable around her family

S/o begging for Mcdonalds

Dragons HC

Attractive yet Oblivious S/o

Sneaky S/o Surprise hugging him

Comforting S/o after failing a test

S/o terrified from something theyve seen

Sneaky S/o Surprising him, ends up moaning

Stopping from S/os rival sabatoging their Ice Skating Preformance

S/os scared of bugs

S/o caring everyone but themselves 

Expert insulting s/o

S/o threatening to kill the man who stole their dog

Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them 

touch starved hesitant S/o

Naga S/o saying “snakes dont have a gag reflex”

Captive S/o refusing to take medicine for their migraine 

Insomniac S/o having to cuddle hanzo to fall alseep

Goblin S/o

Comforting Hanzo after a bad day

S/o dressing as the opposite gender to trick people

Smol S/o who wants to be crushed by hanzo

S/o getting ready to fight cause they heard genji on the roof

Dragons biting hanzo when he tries to touch S/o

S/o whos pregnant with triplets 

Bodybuilder s/o

After sex cuddles 

S/o who already has a kid

Getting hanzo to wear lingerie NS FW

S/o whos hazy with little to no sleep

Homeless S/o who making their living off of street performances 

Genji Shimada-

Scared S/o will get hurt during a mission

Pissed off S/o

Gore + Torture TW

Vampire Genji

Silly S/o who could Surprise gengi

S/o making a book all about their love for him

Crush falling asleep on his lap

Comforting S/o out of their previous relationship

S/os whos dramatic for attention

Sticking a dozen valentines stickers on his metal body

Blind S/o

Yokai S/o

Washed up Mermaid S/o

Curvy Confident S/o 

Getting a weapon maker S/o attention

Cute S/o who attracts bugs and scary animals

Sharpshooter s/o joining overwatch just to spend more time with genji

Unpredictable angry s/o

Roadhog-

Petite S/o

Junkrat-

Headcannons

Clingy S/o

Sick S/o

Reaper-

Werewolf Reaper

Werewolf + Vampire Hybrid Reaper

House wife S/o

Waitress Crush

Scary movies

Halloween Date

Reinhardt-

Headcannons

‘Big Dumbass Energy’ S/o

Werewolf S/o who turns out to transform into a puppy

Medic s/o

Overwatch receptionist S/o

Widowmaker-

Advancing towards a Enemy S/o

Mercy-

Spoiling S/o

Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o

Moria-

S/o that works with Moria

Sombra-

Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o 

D.VA-

Pro gamer crush taking her #1 spot

Brigitte-

Loving her muscles NS FW

Headcannons (female reader)

Lucio-

Headcannons

Soldier 76-

S/o wearing a lolita dress (male reader)

Ana Amari-

“Isn’t this better―you not fighting me for once?”

Red Dead Redemption 2-

Arthur Morgan-

HC

How his obsessive traits express themselves

Ideal date

Darling is Yandere

Naive S/o

Making Arthur a gift

Cuddle Headcannons

More HCs

S/o has insomnia

Bird S/o has been hiding their wings

Sherlock

Moriarty-

Crushes Brother is in debt to him

Crime boss kidnapping S/o

Sherlock vs Moriarty

Demon Queen S/o

Comforting S/o after watching a Scary Movie

Mycroft vs Moriarty

Kidnapping Headcannons

Bloody Wedding

Famous S/o getting creepy gifts

Jealous

Pregnant S/o Escaping

S/o pregnant with Sherlocks Child

Jealous cause S/os getting attention at the Gym

S/o Breaking Down over a Halloween Prank

Physically weak s/o

Sherlock vs Moriarty: S/os birthday fluff

Sherlock vs Moriarty: getting S/os attention

Smart S/o yet is too trusting

Fighting over a S/o whos great at singing

Affection HC

How he shows his love when off on work

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o prt 2

Encouraging S/o to get candy with their rival

S/o being spiteful and challenging him

S/o playing horror games

S/o who barely eats TW

S/o who comes from a long line of assassins and government officials

Sherlock Holmes-

This is for your Protection

S/o who he cant read

NS FW Headcannons

Sherlock vs Moriarty

Sherlock vs Mycroft

Possessive S/o

Vampire Sherlock

Sending Sherlock a Love Letter

Halloween Date

Life Threatening Situation

S/o getting overprotective when Sherlocks insulted

Bed Sharing

Timid S/o being harassed by their ex

Hacker Crush realizing their Husbands having a Affair

Crush found stood up

Being the cause of S/os Amnesia

“Keep your sluttish hand away from MY man.”

“Youre all i think about”

Whipped and Soft for S/o

Jealousy Headcannons

S/o whos stressed over School

Single Parent S/o

Fluffy Headcannons

S/o who is scared of relationships for theyve never been in one

American S/o

Sub Sherlock cumming in his pants NS FW

Yandere Letter

Murder Mystery

S/o who charges straight into danger

Extremely calm S/o

How hard he fell for S/o

S/o who always accompanies him on cases

Sick S/o

How he shows his love

Sherlock vs Moriarty: getting S/os attention

Sherlock vs Moriarty: S/os birthday fluff

Fighting over a S/o whos great at singing

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o

Finding themselves stuck in the amazon with S/o prt 2

Encouraging S/o to get candy with their rival

Getting S/o a puppy

Formal business S/o dropping everything when he wants them

S/o who plays minecraft a lot

Christian S/o

Mycroft Holmes-

Headcannons

Sherlock vs Mycroft

Asking him to sign a marriage certificate

Mycroft vs Moriarty

Trying to Escape

Dense Crush

Irene Adler-

Headcannons

NS FW Headcannons

Spiderman: into the spiderverse 

Miles Morales-

Headcannons

NS FW Headcannons

S/o who is self conscious of her Braces

How Miles would confront his Crush

Smart S/o

Puertorican S/o

Werewolf S/o

S/o who is just as Yandere for him

S/o whose embarrassed by their art work 

Secret DJ S/o

Demon S/o

Werewolf + Cannibalistic S/o

Letter

Sickly S/o

Crush only seeing him as a little brother

Realizing Crush is his Soul Mate

S/o trying to cheer him up

“Hide and Seek”

Spider Noir-

Headcannons

Crush whos already taken

Clingy S/o

Making Gifts for him

Touch Starved S/o NS FW

Peter B Parker-

Jealous Headcannons

Headcannons

Valentines Days

Affectionate S/o

Sick and Clingy S/o

NS FW Headcannons

Falling for Miles Aunt

Falling for Nick Furys Daughter

Supernatural

Dean Winchester-

Headcannons

Sam + Dean sharing S/o

Soft Dean

New Hunter Crush

Sam + Dean Zombie Apocalypse 

Werewolf S/o

Dean + Castiel poly Headcannons

Dean + Castiel Poly headcannons prt 2

Protective of a aloof s/o

Falling for Bobbys Child

S/o who passes out a lot

Sam Winchester-

Sam + Dean sharing S/o 

Sam + Dean Zombie Apocalypse 

HC

Lucifer-

Headcannons

Evolving your Relationship Slightly NS FW

“Its for your safety, Youll see.”

Castiel-

HC

Dean + Castiel poly Headcannons

Dean + Castiel poly headcannons prt 2

Asexual S/o

Toilet bound Hanako-Kun-

Hanako-

Platonic yandere HC

Tsuchigomori-

Headcannons

Venom-

Venom fueling Eddies Yandere traits

Arguing with Eddie

Eddie + Venom Sharing S/o

Venom being S/os Symbiote

Fluff Headcannons

S/o who grew up in a Abusive household

Avenger S/o

High Functioning Autistic S/o

Poly Venom + Eddie NS FW headcannons

Naga Venom

Nuclear Apocalypse

Naive Naga S/o

Stalking S/o as they dance around

Stalking S/o after work

S/o who needs asmr to sleep

Voltron

Hunk-

Headcannons

Lance-

Headcannons

Shiro-

Jealous Shrio

Keith-

NS FW Alphabet

Affectionate S/o

Lotor-

Lost in Space S/o

My Oc’s

Javier Adolfo-

Character Description

S/o being bullied at work

Charming his Darling

Confident S/o

S/o who loves Skirts

Cute S/o who sucks at their Job

Avoiding him to make a gift

Home cooked meals for a Date

S/o who is pressured to do their best 24/7

Affectionate S/o

Exhausted Doctor S/o

S/o Binding her Chest cause of office harassment

S/o being black mailed for sex

House wife S/o

S/o who has Insomnia

S/o trying to fight a Racist

S/o confessing they want a big family

S/o who lives a double life

Spoiling Javier

Another yandere kidnapping S/o

Naga S/o that knows nothing of Human Culture

Not a morning person S/o

Sitting on Javiers lap

S/o who is apart of a huge Crime Organization

Nuclear Apocalypse

Naga Javier

Vampire S/o cautious of taking Javiers blood

S/o whose both cutesy and extreme

Filthy rich S/o

Jokingly calling Javier “Sugar Daddy”

Poor Underweight S/o refusing to bother for help

CEO Crush already married

Comforting Chubby S/o after being sexually Harassed TW

S/o who runs up to hug Javier everytime she sees him

Going to Disney

S/o getting hit on by their boss

“Have my babies”

Drunk S/o unknowingly confessing they love javier

Babysitting with S/o

Punk Rocker Darling

Making S/o wait for marriage as tease play

S/o constantly buying make up palettes

Hitman S/o warning for him not to go to work

S/o who cuddles him during work

Surprising javier with your intelligence

S/o Introducing ‘javey wavey’ to their friends

pressing their boobs against his back slightly NS FW

Trying to cook for his s/o

Accident prone s/o

S/o whose constantly wondering

COVID quarantine comfort

Cosplayer S/o

Homeless S/o asking him for cash

Figuring out S/o is pregnant

Yandere s/o

Pegging Javier NS FW

Chubby S/o sitting on his face NS FW

S/o with a high sex drive NS FW

squeezing him inbetween your thighs NS FW

Making him cry HC

S/o whos only seen eating when they steal his meal

Shy S/o who loves affection

holding and playing with his S/os hair

S/os family fat shames them when they eat

Darling packs him lunch everyday

Praise Kink NS FW

S/o whos easily scared

Stealing your clothes

S/o who slams their foot against the wall anytime it falls asleep

S/o who cant cook

Manipulation HC

S/o who refuses to go to stop smoking TW

Arguing HC

Incubus Javier w/ a s/o who looks down on themselves

Vampire Javier/ Halloween date

Vampire

Poltergeist

Decorating the office building for halloween

Catching him jerking to a picture of you NS FW

Poltergeist cockwarming NS FW

Bratty S/o

Halloween Date

Werewolf

S/o who cries during the emotional parts of movies

Motivating S/o to study

Javier Fluff

Top energy S/o 

Meeting Javiers Grandmother

Sub energy S/o

S/o who wants to travel alot

Comforting a stressed S/o

S/o who doesnt want kids

Cockwarm HC NS FW

Depressed Darling

More Fluff

Kinky shit NS FW

Seeing S/o without makeup for the first time

Darling playing with his hair

Taking stressed S/o away from their struggles

Sugar Daddy HC

Sex Toys Javier loves the most NS FW

Sucking him off underneath his office desk NS FW

Boba tea date

Diabetic S/o

Making him a Surprise Valentines homemade gifts

Finally meeting his online lover

S/o trying to treat their own stab wound

Javier vs Aiden

Coming over to S/os apartment for a dinner date

Autistic S/o who struggles to get a job

Finding out crush is dating his brother

Only dating him for money

S/o going on a vacation to gain Javiers attention

Foreign S/o having to suddenly return home

Darling having shit friends who use them for work

S/o whos terrified of horror movies and clings to him

Darling w/ Social anxiety 

Crybaby reader

How good he is with responsible adult stuff

Corrupt official male S/o

Darlings something like robin hood

Robin hood like S/o trying to steal from him

S/o who likes to cook for him

Darling has commitment issues

Very short S/o

S/o who age regresses 

Adoring darling when they Hyperfixate

Mirror Kink & Sugar Daddy NS FW

Someone walking in on you / Public Sex w/ Dom male S/o NS FW 

Kinks Headcannons NS FW

Foreplay Headcannons NS FW

Male S/o railing Javier over his desk NS FW

Depressed S/o that has a hard time taking care of themselves

Author S/o

S/o who is constantly sewing

Leaning against him saying “love me” when Javiers busy

S/o has odd vocal tics

Comforting S/o w/ night terrors

S/o falls asleep on his lap during a meeting

Co-worker beating him to asking S/o out

s/o recently finding out they have adhd

Falling for the elder care worker taking care of his grandma

“It’s okay, I know you’re just not used to being cared for so much.”

S/O showing him matching outfits that they sewed themselves

Werecat S/o

[prose-for-hire]

Hopelessly devoted

Pairing: Faith x vamp!reader

Request: I was wondering if I could request something for a sort of ,,reformed'' vampire(theyve had their soul for a while) falling for either Oz or Faith and trying real hard to get on their good side? similar to that of spike I think only they arent as much of a creep abt it aojsbdis thanks

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Mention of killing in reader’s past.

A/N: There... might need to be a second part 💖

Hope was a concept you had always detested. It wasn’t tangible and it made people cling to things that often should have been long forgotten. Hope was something you had tried to remove from everyone’s hearts. Something that you detested more than the lives you had taken.

You had been around for some decades now. A lot of it was very similar. Human nature, for instance. They mistrusted you and for good reason. They could sense it although they did not know what the feeling was. The hair on the back of their neck would stand on end. Their heartbeats would quicken.

In the old days, this would excite you. Make you laugh even. The fear had been intoxicating. Like a fine seasoning. But now, it didn’t interest you. It just made you feel embarrassed.

You fought for your soul. Almost half a century ago now. You had come to terms with it, for the most part. Although, it wasn’t something you could get over in a night.

One thing, that had made your life brighter since was a sudden growing affection that had creeped up on you. For a Slayer.

It had given you a feeling inside. A small ember of something you hadn’t experienced long enough to name in the recent past. Something you hadn’t believed would be possible for someone like you. After all the ways you had tried to snuff the light from everyone else.

It was Faith. You were hopelessly devoted to her. In every sense. You would lay down your un-life for her. Commit every waking moment of yours to her. It was an unending, eternal affection that consumed every inch of you.

You hadn’t known what to do with it to begin with. How to express it. It soon became clear you would need to find a confidant as you couldn’t even begin to express these feelings to her. However, when you had bumped into Spike who you had known from the old days, he wasn’t much help.

For one, he was crying over Drusilla and completely drunk. Wasted out of his mind. The only advice that hadn’t been a slurred mess was when he advised you to watch her every movement until she wore down and gave you the time of day. Which, you had told him firmly that you wouldn’t be doing.

However, tonight, it did appear that this was what you were doing. She was walking through the graveyard alone and her scent had caught your attention as you walked through the streets looking for something to fill your time. Her natural scent was like a sweet perfume. It called to you. Sung heady notes of affection.

You had followed her to the graveyard. You weren’t skulking from the shadows. You weren’t prowling behind gravestones. You were just casually walking up to her. About to announce your presence.

What you didn’t realise was that she had been listening to music. Buffy had always warned her not to take her earphones to patrol but she trusted her instincts. And plus, she was so very bored without it. She often patrolled alone whereas Buffy got all her friends around her.

So, you were about to tap her on her shoulder and say hello when she swung around, taking you by the throat and slamming you against the closest mausoleum. You had squeaked in surprise and then subsequently coughed to try and cover it up as she did.

From nowhere she whipped a stake out and held it to your chest. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly but no more sound came out. You just stood there, almost in awe of her as her hand clasped tight around your throat.

A thought came to mind, that you would at least be happy that she would be the last thing you saw before being damned to an eternal hell dimension.

“You wanna move that heart away from my stake?” She asked, when she finally registered that it was you.

“Sorry, I-I was just-” You stuttered as she moved away from the hold she had on you. You felt yourself move with her, trying to feel her touch for as long as possible.

“Following me? Actin’ on this massive jones you got for me?” She teased. She was joking but it wasn’t a joke to you. You looked away as she stepped back allowing you space. Your eyes had bulged in horror as you looked down, averting your gaze.

“I’m sorry, I was just trying to help”

“Yeah, well, don’t need my own stalker” She warned and you looked so beyond embarrassed it almost hurt her. She wanted to take her words back but she knew you would notice if she did.

“No! N-no not stalking, just making sure that you were, um, okay. I sensed you and-”

“I’m kiddin’, man, don’t freak” She punched your arm in a friendly way and both of you looked at each other slightly awkwardly. You frowned for a moment before you began to smile. She enjoyed the way it made your features brighten and it instantly made her feel better for having spoken the way she had.

“Sorry, I’m not really used to modern humour, I kind of shut myself away after I got my soul… I’m getting used to it though, it was… funny!” You blurted all of this out really quickly before adding the part at the end, trying to make her feel better. Her brow was furrowing again.

She found this admittance endearing almost. She watched your lips as you spoke. She wanted to kiss you. Usually she would make a move. She could give a person a look and end up taking them home. But this meant so much more. With you. She found herself getting a little nervous around you, wanting to make a move but feeling as if she would be rejected. Laughed at, although you had never been like that.

She couldn’t express her feelings. Instead she made jokes about you liking her, trying to gauge your reaction. Which, of course was neutral. Your mental health was still fragile ever since your soul had returned and you couldn’t risk the emotional reaction you may get if she tore your heart from your chest and crushed it with her bare hands.

“I can go though, if it would make you more comfortable-” You insisted, all you wanted was for her to feel comfortable around you.

“No!” She shouted, cringing at the note of desperation she heard in her own voice, “Uh, no, it’s nice to see you y’know? B’s always there when we’re talkin’ now”

You nodded, having noticed this too. When you and Faith would talk when you were able to meet the others in the library, Buffy and the others would always have something for one of you to do on the opposite side of the room. Or just plant themselves into your conversation.

It embarrassed you, that these people could tell that you liked her so much. That they were trying to save Faith from you. Your cursed love for her. Your heart was hers but you understood that just because it was reserved that way, it didn’t mean she would want to choose it from the pile.

This, actually, wasn’t entirely true. That Buffy was ‘saving’ Faith from you. And in some sense, Buffy was trying to save you from Faith too. She knew exactly what it was like to fall and be in a relationship with a vampire. The slayer and vampire love was one she wouldn’t wish on her own enemy. Not even Faith.

You were both good people, Buffy was sure of it, and so she was trying to prevent the inevitable heartbreak that she could sense building between you.

The blonde slayer had been surprisingly accepting of you on the whole, even in your more demonic years you had been more about survival than torture. Plus, you hadn’t been cursed your soul had been sought out - so you weren’t seen as that much of a threat.

This kept happening after a while. The two of you crossing paths on patrol. Until you began to plan where to meet in the evenings rather than hoping to bump into the other. You would meet and patrol together. Both of you enjoying these moments, Faith needed the company. She had felt very lonely until you had begun to power through your worries and try to befriend her the way you had always wanted to.

She enjoyed that it was you though. Your company she was keeping. She would run your interactions through her mind as she sat in her motel room. Just as you would from your crypt.

When you first got to know each other, you had begun talking and found commonalities. Reasons to become fond of the other. You noticed how she didn’t flinch away from you when she first learned about your past the way many others had.

You had been getting on so well that one evening as you were paying for your blood at the butchers, it dawned on you. You hadn’t been doing anything particularly meaningful. Just staring at the jars of blood, salivating guiltily. Until you thought it.

I love Faith.

Such a simple thought, but with such a rush of feelings behind them. It began to descend on you at once after this. A waterfall that you were sure would never stop flowing. You adored her. The way she moved, the way she acted. The softer side you had caught from her on occasion. When you had made her feel comfortable enough to let it slip even for a second.

It was another evening, after you had agreed to meet near the gargoyle that looked a little bit like the Mayor. You walked beside the other, where you would both wish for a demon to occupy your time if you were alone, you began to hope that nobody would interrupt your time together.

You would laugh and swap stories. It was everything. You stole glances at the other when you thought they weren’t looking. Your hands became so close when you were walking that you wanted to reach between the space and entwine your fingers with hers.

Faith had some trouble with getting the hang of this fighting technique that Wesley and Giles had insisted every Slayer should know. Buffy could do it with her eyes closed, of course and Faith was feeling like the understudy again. She wanted to hone her skills like Buffy did but without the ancient old guy staring at her while she did.

As you walked through the exit of the cemetery, you steeled yourself and decided to be brave.

“I could help, if you like…” You offered with a smile. You were experienced at fighting after all.

“Yeah?”

“Sure, as long as it’s not on a sunny afternoon” You joked which made her laugh.

“Hey, you’re gettin’ it” She nodded in approval of your improved humour since you and her had been spending more time together. You grinned gleefully at the compliment and she walked ahead of you, hiding her own smile at the way your face brightened at her words. She loved seeing you smile. Even more so when she was the reason you were smiling.

She stepped into the road and turned to you, wanting to get another look. So she could picture it later, when she was cold and only had the broken tv for company. You were looking at each other and just smiling.

Your smile suddenly dropped. You panicked, sensing the danger before she did. In the past, it would have been a good feeling, the lick of terror. It snapped through the air like a whip. Struck your senses in a way that would elicit a human’s hair standing on end. Goosebumps rising.

Accidental death meant tragedy. Blood. It meant adrenaline. Easy prey. You had enjoyed the taste. You hated that you had enjoyed the taste.

But the feeling was still identifiable. The warning signals still there but it now only meant dread.

Especially when it came to her. You ran at Faith, just hoping you would get to her in time.

“Faith! Watch out!” You screamed.

You tackled her, moving her out of the way of the oncoming traffic. Her slayer senses hadn’t been quick enough for the van that was heading her way. She had been so distracted by the way your features were lit up by the moonlight.

All of the time you had been spending with each other, hidden away from the others. Not telling them that you were together so often. She held onto this, needing this. Needing you. You were sweet, which she hadn’t ever thought she could call a vampire. Even less she wouldn’t think she would have fallen for such a seemingly sweet person.

You couldn’t lose each other, not now you were just finding each other.

You landed, tumbling together onto the other side of the road. Just in time. You landed above her, almost pressed flat against her. You couldn’t help just staring. Holding yourself up slightly so you could see her face.

She was trying to catch up with what had happened, her breathing heavy. That had gone so fast, she could have been really hurt. But you had saved her. Protected her.

She had always prided herself on the way she was so independent. On how she could look out for herself. But the truth was, she wanted you to be there. She wanted to be allowed to fall into your arms, just as she would hold you in hers.

You looked at each other and time stopped. Your eyes flickered from hers to her lips, if she blinked she could have missed it. Her eyes were scanning your face. She loved the way you looked at her as if the entire world revolved around her. You were so close you could feel her breath on your face. All you wanted to do was lean in and kiss her. Catch your lips with hers. She shifted slightly and you thought she might move in, but when she didn’t the feeling of desperate yearning turned into concern.

Concern that she may reject you. That you would no longer get these stolen moments. These patrols where all that made your soul feel relaxed. Comfortable. As if your soul could only feel safe when hers was near. She meant too much. You pulled away, moving your gaze from her.

You got to your feet and heard her exhale. You couldn’t tell if it was from relief or because of the same tension you felt. You weren’t sure you would ever know. You had tried so hard to get onto her good side. To show her you wanted to be friendly. But, this was so much more. It meant too much.

You offered your hand, helping her up and she took it. As she got to her feet, your hands clutching hers. The touch lingered. Until she pulled away. You didn’t realise but she had been about to lean in. Press her lips to yours, the way she had been imagining so often recently. But you had moved away too quickly.

You both looked at each other for a moment in silence before Faith nodded her thanks. You didn’t speak, as if it would be too much after what had happened. Both of you had known that meant something. That this was new. You dared to hope that the other felt the same, but both were too nervous to say. Because rejection, the thought of losing the other. The company. The understanding. Was too great.

You wanted to be hers. Wanted to tell her what she meant to you. You wanted happiness… love. But not at the expense of her feelings should she not reciprocate. So you parted ways, as you always did just before sunrise. You went your way, she went hers.

Your souls, they lingered together like your touch had, not wanting to leave their fate. Maybe one day, they might be allowed to stay together. Once you both worked on prising open your hearts. Allowing the other in.

All you had left now was hope.

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 3

a/n: uwuwuwuwu this is an au since yanno,,,, they didnt really make it to nationals :(

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

GUESS WHOS BACK! BACK AGAIN!

anon:

may i request a scenario where seijoh made it to nationals and atsumu flirts with reader🥺

CAN WE BLS STOP THIS SANGWOO/ATSUMU TYPA BEAT BC I HONESTLY DONT VIBE W IT AND IT LOWKEY SCARES ME A LITTLE :o

OMLOMLOML YALL MADE IT TO NATIONALS

to be honest, it was,,, unexpected

you were sitting there, on the bench and gripping it in anticipation as seijoh and shiratorizawa were once again at a match point thanks to kyotani’s angry spike

going past 31, they were now 31-30 with seijoh in the lead

you could tell ushijima was getting antsy despite him covering it up and encouraging his team with a one-liner

your own team was buzzing with both nervousness and hope and iwaizumi was clenching and unclenching his fists in anticipation for the last toss

when the ball went up, oikawa’s eyes flashed, arms moving to set and the red-haired spiky guy was now watching which spiker he was going to give it to

however

he tossed it to no one

instead, oikawa’s hand flicked and he dumped the ball

it was like in slow motion and as shiratorizawa’s players scrambled to the floor, 

it was too late

the ball bounced on yellow polished floor before rolling away, completely unaware of what just happened and the lives it just changed

your mouth hung open, eyes trailing after the rubber ball like every single people in the gym

then it finally hit you

‘YOOOOOOOOSSSSHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

a scream from iwaizumi lit the candle of happiness and you didnt even care, running out to the court to jump on your captain, tears flowing down his face and his arms squeezing you tightly against his chest

‘AKLDFJJSHKFEOIOWIHFSKESIFOEWIHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

it was all a jumbled noise from everyone, your team, your coaches, the fans in the stand, and even from that orange boy and his team

the boys were hugging each other and crying and sobbing but oikawa’s hold remained on you, your own tears mixing with his sweat and coating his neck

‘you did it, oikawa-san. you did it’

you whimpered and he laughed and you felt him nodding

‘we’re going to tokyo. nationals!’

he choked out 

‘OIKAWA!’

the entire gym rumbled and you basked in the joy that the entire team radiated before having to stand with the coaches so they could shake hands with shiratorizawa for a good game

the locker room was loud, even much louder than the gym, with kindaichi’s loud sobbing and mattsuhana’s loud celebratory singing and iwaizumi’s joking shouts and eventually joining in

iwaizumi held his arms out for you and you giggled, crashing straight into him

you wiped his sweat filled face and he sat down on the bench, with you standing between his legs and his large hands gripping your waist

‘it’s not a dream, right?’

he whispered, eyes closed at the gentle feeling of you caressing his face

‘no, iwa-san. nationals is ours’

you soothed and he let out another loud laugh before pulling you close and burying his face in your stomach, probably crying again but this time, out of joy

for years theyve tried

and now, they succeeded

well,,, nationals should be a good thing, right?

hmm,,, maybe the honor of going

but the other players??

oh god

it was obvious when miyagi’s representative entered through those doors and eyes immediately went to their manager

it wasnt like you were the only female manager but you were an unfamiliar team so you have never been seen before

uwu youre so pretty like bow down to the goddess

oikawa’s hold on your hand was tight and his eyes flitted to everyone who looked at them, as if signalling them to back off and you were his

‘wahh, oikawa-san! kageyama told me that the best of the best are in here! he told me to look for fukurodani and nekoma!’

seijoh’s eye twitched at the mention of your new-found friend who you’ve been texting back and forth and him secretly teaching you everything about volleyball since your own team has been too busy preparing for nationals

they watched you try and stand in your tippy toes to find the apparent red and black jerseys and the black, white and gold jerseys

hmm,,,, it seems everyone had the same colors

‘ne, y/n-chan, you trust our team, don’t you? if anything, we’re part of the best of the best! you got the best setter right here!’

oikawa grinned but you nodded distractedly

‘come on, we got to go unpack and train’

iwaizumi nudged so you had to stop looking and you followed your captain, who still held your hand

but this is a typical fanfiction ladies and gents

as you were walking towards the locker room, there was a team that wore maroon colored jackets and were walking towards you

again, this is seijoh’s very first nationals so nobody really knew of them

they were more familiar of the white and purple jackets of shiratorizawa rather than the mint green and white of seijoh

however, oikawa seemed to know them

‘ah’

he whispered out, making you look up at him but his sights were straight towards them, a hard and cold look

‘ara? fresh blood?’

you cringed at the weird analogy and the guy with the black tips, who you infered to be the captain, elbowed him

 ‘excuse us’

he nodded in greeting and you noticed the guy with the bleach hair and you did a double-take, blinking rapidly

‘oh sangwoo?’

KSLDFJKDLFJSLDK KILL ME ALREADY

watari coughed, knowing exactly what you meant and it seems nobody else did except for the sangwoo look-a-like

and he raised an eyebrow in interest

‘hm? you called?’

another guy with gray hair, who looked exactly like him, rolled his eyes and he pulled him forward to walk after their captain

but he didnt let off yet

as he passed you by, he leaned close, breath fanning your ear

‘but its miya atsumu, baby girl’

ON GOD I WANT TO COMMIT WITH HOW GROSS HE IS LIKE BLS

kyo, who was behind you, growled at him and pulled you behind himself

‘she has name, fcker’

atsumu faked a surprise and backed away with his hands up

‘alrighty, then. didnt know you had a bodyguard, girlie. but maybe,, later on, we could get to know each other. alone’

YALL THIS IS GOING TO GET BETTER LATER I PROMISE HES NOT A WEIRDO PERVERT AS HE SOUNDS

osamu was annoyed and dragged him away, leaving you with your team, who were also extremely pissed off, especially oikawa

‘heh, the best setter in the country and yet he acts like a horny dog’

oikawa seethed, a pointy smile etched on his face

‘eh? best setter?’

you wondered but not given an answer because your captain would be damned if that atsumu decided to show up again

the locker room was actually the same back home

but kindaichi was sobbing again

‘t-this room! the best of the best! i cant-too much-’

you were busy hugging him and wiping his tears to notice the third years huddling over by the corner

oikawa was sitting on the bench while iwaizumi was changing into his practice jersey and the other two were flanked beside the captain

‘of course theyve got their eye on her now’

oikawa mumbled, fingers laced together and touching his lips

‘what can you expect? y/n-chan is an extremely pretty girl’

mattsun shrugged

‘but ugh, if i see that cheese face again,, i will fight’

iwa threatened, angrily slipping his arms through the holes

‘he reeked nasty! gross!’

makki agreed

‘so we’re agreeing to keep her in our sights right?’

they agreed to oikawa’s question and were going to stick by that word

but,,,,

what can you expect from star-struck players?

maybe its because theyve worked for so long to reach this point that the fact that they’re even standing in the tokyo stadium felt like a dream

‘guys, i need to go and fill the bottles really quick’

they mumbled distracted agreements so you sighed and lugged the crate of bottles

thank god there was a fountain nearby and as you were capping the last one, a familiar voice rang from behind you

‘oh? baby girl?’

you flinched at the weird nickname and thought that if you stayed quiet, hed leave

‘chibi? hey?’

he asked and made his way to your side, you closing your eyes and looking off to the side

atsumu thought you were interesting, not like every girl who would spread their legs at him and press up to him

the fact that you even AVOIDED looking at him was so foreign to him and your dismissive attitude made him so drawn to you

‘look, im sorry if i made ya uncomfortable earlier’

he,,, apologized?

but you didnt know who he was so you didnt know how out of character it was for him to even say ‘sorry’

'miya-san, hello’

you mumbled, eyes now opened but still focused on the bottle you gripped

he cracked a smile and was he,,,, nervous?

usually, hed say something dumb or sarcastic to cut the tension, but it was like he was even,,, careful,,, with what he wanted to say next

‘how-um-you like it ‘ere?’

if osamu was to see him now, he’d think his brother was kidnapped by those aliens oikawa swore up and down were real and was replaced by some opposite dimension version of atsumu

you gulped, mustering up a small smile before turning to look at him

‘miya-san, dont take offense to this, but just know i have a very loud voice and i can lift 80 pounds. and im the first one to ever beat iwa-san in an arm-wrestling match’

you puffed your cheeks in intimidation with your eyebrows furrowed but accidentally looking more cute rather than scary

were you,,, threatening him?

atsumu paused for a second to assess the situation and really understand the underlying meaning of your words

then he laughed

a real hearty laugh that made him go for a whole minute

‘-ahahaha!! whew, chibi-chan, ya’r a rare one’

wait i dont know how to type you’re with an accent !!!!!

he let out a few more chuckles then wiped a tear that fell

you just stood there 🧍‍♀️ 

‘you think its funny, miya-san? yahaba-kun and i also have a supernatural telepathy phenomenon-’

‘chibi-chan, i swear i wont hurt ya’

he promised but you backed your face away, an eyebrow raised

‘thats what they all say. if anything, youre scaring me more so i’ll-’

‘wait’

he held out a hand out but he quickly curled it, pulling it back to his chest

‘i,,,, listen i know how basic this may sound but,,,, youre the first to ever be like this to me’

you rolled your eyes

‘you think i havent heard that before? i have oikawa-san in my team, for god’s sake! ‘youre one of a kind’ ‘youre not like other girls’ yadda yadda’ try harder, miya-san’

you tilted your head with a crooked smile 

were you,,, playing hard to get?!

atsumu’s eyes shined, wanting to finally do the chasing rather than being chased

‘well, first off, chibi-chan, i need to know your name’

he leaned forward with his hands buried deep inside his maroon jacket pocket

‘my name? what good will that do? you already call me something else dont you? a name is meant to help people call each other and youve been calling me ‘chibi’ so what’s the point of giving you my birth name?’

even with a straight face, atsumu right away knew of your teasing as your eyes were shining brightly and had a hint of amusement in them

oh my god hes in love with you

he was in disbelief of your attitude towards him so he nodded slowly and laughed again

‘what can i do to earn that name then, chibi-chan?’

ehehehe kuroo,,,,, im in danger

you crossed your arms and pouted, leaning forward

‘ehh? why do you want it so bad? do you call others ‘chibi’ too?’

your expression of suspicion was so adorable that he couldnt stop himself from lunging forward and squeezing your cheeks between his fingers

‘so cute. youre my only chibi, chibi-chan’

you hummed, swiftly wiping his touch away from you

‘doubt it. ive only met you today and you’re already acting like this. what makes you think i think youre genuinely interested in me, miya-san?’

‘fate?’

this time, you chuckled, head leaning down

and as you looked back up, your heart stopped

by the distance, there was a familiar-looking haired boy with golden eyes and an also familiar black hair and steel blue eyes

oh dear

your emotions went sour but you saw the black and white-haired male laugh and the steel eyed male shake his head in disapproval but had the hint of the smallest smile

they,, were now happy

‘fate, you say’

you mumbled distractedly

‘fate instilled magnets in us so i just cant help but be drawn to ya’

atsumu grinned but you averted your eyes to look at him, a soft and genuinely happy look

‘would those magnets be strong enough to draw us together, even if we were in another life? if we were fated, would we meet again?’

you looked up at him, your eyes still glistening but this time, with the slightest bit of hope

atsumu sent you a confused glance but he still shrugged

‘i guess so, if i’m so drawn to you right now. maybe in our past life we were,,, together?’

he tested out, expecting you to roll your eyes and walk away but you laughed

‘well, i just witnessed it happening so maybe its possible?’

you wondered out loud

atsumu blinked again, getting more and more interested in you

‘chibi-chan?’

he asked you and you jumped slightly to look at him with a smile

‘say, miya-san, what if i told you that i remember my past life? and what would you say if i told you that you were in it?’

you grinned but atsumu scrunched his face together before smiling

‘hmm, i dont know what youre sayin but it proves my point!’

he exclaimed but you cocked an eyebrow, a sad smile resting on your lips

‘now what would you say if i told you that you were my nurse?’

a/n: omg i actually hate how this turned out like bls blast me on this

a/n pt 2: during my break, i actually re-read ‘in another life’ and i wrote this up after i finished it again and can i just say? I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CREDITS TO LITTLELUXRAY ON AO3

a/n pt 3: hewwo im back again and since no one replied with a link, i can,,, guess??,,, that the book is gone??? or taken down?? but anyways, i just really wanted to post something and tbh, stuff like this cant be helped but i really do hope that it’s gone and if its not, dkasjdfkslf again send me the link

[ruthlesslistener]

heyo!! tis me again, perhaps now slightly better known as the shy specbio person lmao

cutting right to the chase cos i already feel like this is gonna get Long; these are all mainly scattered thoughts on how these bugs' everything would work if they were roughly human-sized [or bigger] cos iirc certain things abt bug biology fall apart once a critter's not. small

first n foremost came the issue of. breathing, cos i Doubt spiracles can cut it on anything that isn't relatively bug-sized? we already do encounter a handful of bugs that seem to have 'noses' [n therefore proper lungs, probably], so tis prolly safe to assume others do have those, just hidden. and, if the spiracles are still there [if modified and/or reduced somehow], would they act like 'gills' do on those takes of merfolk that take """human""" form? or would they.. not make enough of a difference either way ? [1/? (cutting these up cos i Do Not Trust tumblr hfjdhfkfh)]

another thought is.. since i imagine all these bugs would still be covered in chitin, maybe they have some sort of padding to their hands [read: beans, probably] that lets them grab stuff.. but hmm. would they, by extension, still have the teeny hairs some bugs have that let them feel things [perhaps it'd become a layer of really light peach fuzz, more present on fluffier bugs],, or would it work more like a turtle's shell and the like? both, neither? [2/?]

next up was the thought of just how moths n butterflies would eat, here -- most other bugs seen would logically have some form of mandibles and the whole shebang, but these dudes.. whether or not they can actually open their mouths proper, i imagine theyve a sort of proboscis that rests within at an angle [to keep it outta the way while they talk, perhaps?]. if they can open their mouths, would they have really stubby sort of 'beaks'? [either way it'd prolly extend to all kinds of moths, saturniid-like ones, otherwise they would Not last long]

as for what they'd eat.. i do imagine they'd depend on pretty soft diets [nectar, tea, soups.. soft pastries and the like at most]? [i'm,, well aware that there's (most likely) exceptions to the 'eats mostly sweet stuff' rule when it comes to these critters but am also currently too tired to properly think of a specific one so. yes. spiders george rule (but still fascinating to think about) gdfjkgdf] [3/?]

continuing on the butterfly/moth train, now with thoughts on just how those wings work, mostly spawned by the fact that we both see them draped about a bug's body like a big cloak.. and fanned out for flight

going off how, irl, these critters will pump haemolymph [and air, iirc??] into their wings to straighten them out before they harden.. would the hk ones have a more developed take on those networks of veins, where they're somewhat sectioned off into little chambers by valves? and, as the chambers fill up, the wings fan out further and further and grow more stiff? [to go with that, perhaps there'd be what basically amounts to an extra pocket of blood for said wings, since... draining blood that's being used elsewhere to repurpose it for flight won't exactly end well, i don't think. neither will getting that pocket injured one way or another but shh]. [4/?]

and perhaps.. in their case, their shoulder muscles still wouldn't be strong enough to let them 100% hover and/or pull.. whatever things like dragonflies have going for them [there's honest-to-god a whole other tangent i could go off on, here, about how beetle-esque wings would work and just how any possible elytra could be lifted for long periods of time (lock-in tendons reminiscent of the ones owls have that let them grab things Like That?) but this has gotten long enough so i will,, chill lmao]

that aside, i still kinda think they'd have scales of some sort, all over them.. and perhaps that'd make flying in the rain and/or whathaveyou tricky, since things can get stuck between those scales and weigh the wing down, eventually [ooh perhaps.. the whole idea of mutual grooming could tie in here rather nicely.. doubly so for the Very fluffy moths/butterflies]

ah what if wings can be rather sensitive, too [esp the closer one draws to the shoulder], so the whole idea of letting someone else touch one's wing could be a Whole Thing for some bugs.. [5/?]

yeah god this got really long huh. do hope you enjoy the rambling [which i am only temporarily done doing ngl] n thanks for bearing with me sjshjssjs [6/6,, dear god jhfdgk]

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YOOO I JUST LOGGED ON TODAY AND THIS IS SO NEAT??? LEMME BREAK THIS SHIT UP INTO BULLET POINTS BC YEAH THIS IS SHIT IVE THOUGHT ABOUT AND IT’S F U N

-First off, yeah I imagine that they would need lunglike structures for breathing!! Mostly just bc it’s more efficient for larger organisms, and the whole deal with talking would most likely require more air being pulled into the body and expelled out, unless there’s something about bug speech that we don’t know about, like some of the sounds are produced through stridulating. I def. feel like their lungs wouldn’t be similar to ours tho, they would probs be like,,,analogous structures, esp. bc I feel like their need for oxygen could be at least partially quenched by the use of spiracles. Lungs are a very old organ that evolved so the fact that they already had alternate breathing means would imply that the development of lungs in anthro insects would probs be as a breathing aid/speech allowance as they got bigger and started to speak like us

-YEAH I personally include pawpads with a good chunk of HK designs (way more heavily on the gods tho, who I hc to have more reptilian/mammalian characteristics bc those would be terrifying, alien features to bugs, even if I don’t personally think that they’d be common or present in the HK world) is bc they’d need a lot of grip. I don’t feel like they’d be of a rougher chitin texture though- if anything, I feel like they’d be made up of a lot of very small overlapping chitin plates that form a sort of flexible velcro pattern to them? If that makes sense. It would still feel soft and squishy/leathery to us probs but that would allow lots of texture to grip with, and the flexibility required for hands. I think that if the teeny hairs were a thing then they’d most likely still continue to be a thing w/bugs that previously had them, they’d just be more dense and fine to be able to create the sorta static cling thing that geckos have (not exactly ofc, just a mimicry of that design). You’d probs see them go either one way or the other bc really the grip thing is still very useful, it’s just that you need to have the genes for those features to exacerbate them to get either of those attributes. So I def. feel like there'd be a lot of variation with that kinda thing, bc dexterity would be favored. We also see bugs like Ogrim and Gallien who don't have hands at all, so for them I'd assume that there's lots of miniscule hooks along their claws that help them grab and pull things; hands look to be more of a luxury in HK, so I'd assume it to be extremely varied between different species

-Yea bugs with proboscis are kinda funky bc that really calls shit like speech into question, not to mention feeding,,,I think with the moth tribe I had a joke headcanon where they actually fed off of essence and the reason why they all died post-Radi-fall is bc as soon as they reached fuckin’ age they all starved to death once PK convinced them to forget their old traditions, but in actuality I feel like they would have some sort of proto-mouth that would allow them to eat some sort of solids, like they retained some infantile, caterpillar-esque features post-metamorphasis. I def. think that they wouldn’t have the range of motion or chewing abilities as other bugs tho bc it would be more a means of coiling their proboscis inside their throat/head (like a woodpecker!) and speaking instead of being dedicated to the sort of robust chewing that others do, since its an in-between of their larval mouthparts and their adult versions. More primitive moth species DO retain chewing mandibles, but in the adults they tend to remain nonfunctional, so they don’t entirely disappear? Which means that its def. possible for them to have actual mouths if the evolutionary pressures for ‘FUCK AND STARVE’ wasn’t favorable. Given the fact that there appear to be a great deal of adult moths/butters about, I’d say that’s probably the case XD. But either way, sugary foods would most likely be favored bc they allow for higher calorie/glucose intake faster compared to other food types, which has very exciting implications for lil’ Hornet getting into Lurien’s food cabinet JKSFHBGSD 

-Also I def. think that their wings would need to be more robust than they would be irl, esp. since we see them comfortably using them as cloaks. What I assume is that the actual wings themselves are a lot more tough and flexible than they would be irl, and that it’s generally more beneficial/less tedious to keep ‘em limp than in flight mode 24/7, esp. if there’s the risk of them tearing and losing hemoglyph. So maybe there’s a flight/display mode and a rest mode, where they can consciously go between the limp, flexible, capelike structure with less blood in it that means less damage if they’re caught and torn, and a mode where more hemoglyph is pumped through veins in the wings to help stiffen them. In that case, a valve system would be likely,,,but I can also see more of a focus on air pockets in the wings with tough locking ligaments, like with birds, bc that would make them be quite light anatomically and have stiffening them be less of a risk. The limp-wing cloak phenomenon can also be explained as a sort of preservation method for them too, bc when they’re in a limp state they’re less likely to tear easily. Ligaments would also allow for a quick means of snapping between cloak state and flight state too, compared to the hemoglyph way- I mean, just think of boners in men. It takes some time to get enough blood pumped in to get all the way up to a full erection, whereas flexing your fingers, wrists, etc take no time at all! As for the scales, I agree with you in that they’d most likely still be a feature of the wings and be a pain in the ass to deal with. They might not lose their scales as easy bc they’re focused more on being durable than taking a hit, and there’s probs waterproofing on the scales themselves, like bird feathers, but that doesn’t mean they’re impervious. And yeah, it would also add quite a bit to the mutual grooming idea! I can see grooming near the base of the wing to be a pain, and the added bonus of that area being sensitive would allow for some sweet group-bonding to occur ^^ Like, y’know how birds will go into a daze of sorts when you’re giving them scritches? I can see that being a thing! It would def. encourage more mutual grooming and trust in communities, so that would be something big for moths/butters (and could also explain why Markoth’s wings look a lil more scruffy and raggedy than Thistlewind’s- we already know that he was an antisocial bastard, I wouldn’t be surprised if he rejected being groomed and ended up looking rather scruffy as a result)

Anyways thank you for your thoughts!! This was a LOT of fun for me to think out and reply to, esp. bc it had me reading up on cool articles and shit to make sure I got my facts right. Specbio is SO MUCH FUN and it has so many applications in worldbuilding and culture designing that’s just,,,,aaaa so much fun