#alright I can't think of anymore scenarios I'm done

[quinloki]

Quin, for the kink headcanons, may I ask for the following:

Hate sex, stuck in a wall, and mutual masturbation for...

Pre time skip AND post time skip Eustass Kid. And also...Loki

Raven \o/ My love! My darling! My Partner in crime 💖🥰✨

After this we can get ice cream and then kidnap @icy-spicy before we hop a flight to Germany for some cookies >.>

Ahem, anyway, anyway -- Okay so Hate sex, mutual masturbation, and stuck in a wall. Mutual masturbation can be people in a room taking care of themselves OR getting each other off. I like the second one more, so I'm going with that.

Pre-TS Kid AND Post-TS Kid >.> hmm, hmm, gonna make me think about nuances and shit, I see how it is XD

Alright, let's get to it \o/

Pre-TS Eustass Kid:

Hate Sex - FUCK yes - Scratching, biting, slapping, hair pulling, calling each other names even as you're clawing your clothes off. There's nothing better. And given the whole hate part of hate sex, there's no messy emotions to get in the way afterward. You're both inclined to go your separate ways later. Hate's just as hot-button as love can be, so there's a comparable rush, and you don't have to give him your number afterward.

Unless you want him to call you up and degrade you when he feels like it. He might charge you for that privilege though.

Mutual Masturbation - Yes - Young Eustass Kid would rather be railing your ass into the floorboards, but there's nothing wrong with a little mutual masturbation. It's liable to turn into a contest, or edging, or both.

Who can hold out longer? You're definitely going to cum before him, and if you don't believe him that's okay. The way your fingers tremble against his shaft when he curls his fingers inside you, oh sweetheart, don't lie like that. Maybe this mutual masturbation stuff can be more fun than he thought.

Stuck in a wall - Oh god you don’t even know - A tight hole stuck in a tight hole, well who is he pass up such an opportunity? Don't worry too much, he'll get permission before he hilts inside you. He'll get you out of the wall when he's done too.

Might be a few hours.

Post-TS Eustass Kid:

Hate Sex - Sure - Don't get him wrong, the rough sex is still fun. Pull his hair and slap his face if it's going to get you off, he'll grin and rail you until you're too blissed out to show him any emotion except lust. You can call him names and he'll give as good as he gets, but at this point he's starting to find that there's things he enjoys more than the spice of anger.

Brat taming's more fun, and if a one-night-stand hate fuck turns into you being a snarky little mouse, collared at his feet, then he won't need the hate fucks anymore, will he?

Mutual Masturbation - FUCK Yes - The enthusiasm might be a little more than before, but the asshole behavior is still there. Refined, and more skillful, but still there. You're going to be on your 3rd orgasm, shivering and struggling to focus, and this bastard's going to be asking when you'll finally get him off.

If he stops it won't be mutual masturbation anymore, so of course he has to keep going. You can always throw the towel in and admit he's the best, and maybe he'll show you mercy. If not, you probably only have one or two more orgasms in you before you're not going to be able finish him off. Better stay focused, little mouse.

Stuck in a wall - FUCK Yes - Sure, it's great fun, and yes he's all here for it, but over time he's realized that while the whole scenario is Definitely Hot, it does have some draw backs.

Depending on the wall, he can't see you, and fuck you're a sight to see when you're losing your mind because of him. Depending on the wall he can't hear you clearly, and he deserves to enjoy all the sounds he's forcing out of you.

So yeah, it's a Fuck Yes, when you're stuck in the custom wall he's made. You can wriggle and struggle and you're not going to go anywhere, and he can still see and hear you. The best of everything. He'll even pad the hole so that when you pass out it's all nice and comfy for you.

Loki:

Hate Sex - Sure - Is there any other kind? (My vibes for Loki aren't set in stone by any means, so I'mma do my best).

I get the weird sense this guy's a romantic, but fuck if you get to know that. So sure, he's in for the hate sex, but he's just so godsdamned emo about it, cause is there any other kind? There's no reason to get excited about it, if all the sex you're having is hate sex.

Mutual Masturbation - FUCK Yes - There might be some logistical issues to sort out, given the size difference that you're dealing with. But he's willing to try all the adjustments and positions needed to make it work - much as he can.

This is one time you might see the softer side of him, or at least end up with a full understanding of just how careful his control can be.

>.> For some reason, I can't shake the idea that he makes you cum over and over and there's just the lil' satisfied smirk on his face when you finally cum so many times you fall asleep. He'll get himself off with one hand, and keep you safe and warm with the other

Stuck in a wall - I keep trying, I do, but this guy spent so long chained to a tree, and every time I'm like "What would his rating for this be" All I can see in my head is this:

And I can't

🤣

I'm sorry XD Forgive me Raven - I just - I feel like he's gonna need a few years before he find any appeal in anything restrictive. 😭 for him or his partners.

How May I Kink Your Head Canon?

[mylossmallmustache]

If I may ask, your nsfw headcanon relating to Tai Lung wanting children but felt it was too late kinda made me sad.

So I wanna see a nsfw scenario where fem! Reader tells Tai Lung that's its ok to want kids and they could work together in spite of his age. And so tells him to make them fully his.

I'm so sorry for making you upset 😭😭

I just thought certain people would come after me because they'd say "He's too old you bloody idiot" (I'm Scottish btw...Well, I grew up in Scotland)

Tai Lung x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smut🔥

Btw, no, I don't really think it matters what age your OC or just u are in this, but obviously maybe a bit over 18, idk, or just 18 tbh ^^

Tai Lung and you have been together for ages, When he entered the spirit realm you showed him how to get used to it. That led to you two becoming friends, Best friends, Girlfriend and Boyfriend ^^ (You can choose if y'all are engaged or married yet)

You were walking through the spirit realm near where you and Tai Lung lived, until you found him sitting down with his ears down looking at the ground, You could tell he was upset.

You walked up to the snow leopard and sat beside him, Resting your head on his shoulder

"Tai? Are you alright?"

He nodded

"Yeah I'm fine...It's just-....I..."

"?"

"This might sound too late but...I kinda want kids..?....And we can't really have any"

"Why can't we?"

"I'm 56 (reader)."

"And so? You do realise people in the spirit realm don't reealllyyy age right? General Kai is like...500!"

Tai Lung paused and his ears went up

"And plus, Nobody will really care if we have kids or not anyway, Tai, it's alright to want kids and we can work together despite your age!

(Also yours depending how old ur OC is)

"...You're right....But...Are you up for it?"

"Ready as I'll ever be...I want you to make our kids fully yours.." you whispered.

🔥Time skip♥️

You and Tai Lung went to bed and started fucking eachother because biology! (And because kids)

The two of you were in missionary (If that's the position you want to be in) and Tai Lung is the Dom, You the Sub

This is like round...4? You can't even remember anymore to be honest, he's been going at it for ages

You were gripping on his shoulders, literally seeing stars because he was going rough and extremely fast, Tai Lung has a lot of energy to do something like this

"Just-...One more.."

"T-Tai!...I-I can't last any longer!~"

You whimpered as he just continued, The both of you were at the edge now

"Just a tad more longer darling, Then we'll be done for today...~"

He kisses your lips as you were a moaning mess and he was breathing heavily and groaning

3 minutes later, you were shaking and sweating like hell, Tai Lung was going fast asf until you both came together

"Holy shi-t!" You gripped on his shoulders harder but not enough to hurt the guy

Tai Lung then pulls out of you with an airy moan and collapses beside you

He spooned you, Him being the big spoon and you being the little spoon, He put his chin on your head and held your hand while breathing heavily

"....Hey Tai?"

"...Mhm?"

"I love you"

"...I love you too, (Reader)"

He kisses your head and falls asleep with you, Hoping, You guys can still have kids.

Spoiler!

You guys do :) 💗

Thanks for reading!💖

Sorry if this was a bit short or not to expectations, I'm mostly used to NSFW/Smut headcannons 😭💗

[bnsni]

REWIND / CHROMEDOME

(adopting gn!human reader)

a/n : been wanting a cute fluffy request I hope I wrote them uh satisfactorily 😭😭 I actually enjoyed writing about baby and cdrw maybe I’ll write more scenarios with this little family ughhh so cute

"Alright folks, we're leaving in thirty minutes!" Rodimus's voice echoed through the speaker.

"It's either you get on or get off the ship forever— Er, ah...oh what's that? We're not allowed to leave when— Damn it. Apologies, there's been a restatement by Ultra Magnus declaring it's illegal, you guessed it, for whatever reasons I'm not bothered enough to care. Blah, blah blah. Oh, shut it drift. Anyways, latecomers are welcomed in the brig. Buckle up in thirty! Rodimus out."

Rewind swivelled his gaze from the rock nestled on the grass, then to the ship, hovering not too far from where he's crouching. "Huh, guess I'm taking a detour." Then, his camera skims over the verdant fields of rolling hills. Red lights, blinking. "Won't hurt, would it?"

The LL had a short break stopping on Earth, mostly for refuelling, fresh air, stretching limbs,,,totally not because Brainstorm blew up the left wing again and The Science Team had to patch things up discreetly

Seriously, where is HR when you need it?

And, obviously, the Archivist is not missing the opportunity to explore, of course. It's earth! Home to,,,well,,,,the most complex (derogatory) kinds in the cosmos. And, this rock he's been examining? It's an extraterrestrial mineral. Figments of rocks from asteroids, comets, and the like originating outside of the Earth. Crazy, huh.

Better keep that for safekeeping.

Aside from, ah, well wandering where he's able to film stuff, occasionally animals and cows of the like, it's more like a need, at the moment, for a bit of (lets put this gently) space away from his conjunx — since, he's been acting like an ass of late.

Ahem, going behind his, ahem back to doing ahem Mnemosurgery....again.

It's not even an 'again' anymore, it's just borderline often

Why does he even bother to listen? You can't break old habits, as Ratchet would say. They'd break themselves before they could ever stop.

"So that's it? You're just going to ignore me like that?" Footsteps pattered behind him

Rewind huffs, walking faster. "Took you long enough to figure it out, genius."

He groans. "Oh for— Primus sake, Rewind, come on. Don't do this. We can talk."

"Oh sure, sure! Talk." He threw his hands up, whirling around to face his conjux. "That's what you always say, promising me like you're going to get your eyes gorged out if you didn't. What else, tell Red Alert to stop being paranoid and Whirl, a psychopathic ass?"

Chromedome palms his face. Primus, this apology isn't going well as he expected it to. "Look, I messed up. I breached a trust you had in me. I shouldn't have done it. That was very... inconsiderate....of me..."

"What is this, eight grade? Spelling bee on who's responsible?"

"That's not the point! You can't just—"

And, so it begins. The bickering. The blaming. Hand pointing. Arguments ablaze, never listening. Voice raising — just the tip of the iceberg, not even close to it's full potential.

"I bet my words doesn't mean anything to you now, does it?"

"It's does, Rewind. It does!"

"Hey! Stay there! Don't even come any closer or I swear to Primus I'll—"

A cry gurgled out amidst the bushes.

The Mnemosurgeon stiffens. He looking around for the source of the cry when he notices conjux was staring at him. "What?"

"Wow. Wow. Low blow, Chrome dome." Rewind puffs and presses his fists on his hips. " Low blow. I didn't think you'd do this. You're gonna resort to mocking me, now?"

He sputters. " You think that was me?"

"Yeah, blame it on the cows. Blame it on 'em like you do when avoid all responsibility."

"What's even a cow? Oh, for—" Then suddenly he lets out a surprised sound, dropping to crouch next to a bush. Rewind doesn't bother to look. Why would he? He's busy sulking and he wants that Mnemo-no-to-the-o to see it. Though, his audials tuned into a rustle of leaves when—

"There! Primus, Rewind look at this."

Said Archivist was still sulking, arms crossed, looking away. "Nuh, uh."

"Don't you nuh uh me." CD chuffs and figured actions were bigger than words so he scooped up the bundle of blankets and shoved it up his face. "Well? Still got film for this?"

Rewind takes a moment to register the visage.It was, if he knew his terms correctly, a human child. No, wait. A baby. It's the size of a sparkling but....smaller. And, significantly softer.

Most of all, it's crying. Coolant— er, tears streaming down the side of it's cheek. Gently, his servos curled around the scoop, nestling it softly against his chassis. He felt a kind of pull in is spark. Something fond pulsing. Chromedome loosened, looking away. What's the point? The mask already hid his smile.

"Seems pretty far from it's residential zone." Chromedome peers across the horizon searching for even the most recognizable specks of rooftops.

Nope, nothing.

Just rolls and rolls of green foliage.

"Hey there little fella." The Archivist coos, digit caressing the cheek to soothe it. The baby sniffled then blink, lifting up it's tiny fingers to bap his index. "What's a baby doing here of all places?Aren't human, uh, carrier, sires are very protective of their offsprings?"

Chromedome doesn't know what to say, he's not Ratchet or Percy, but he's sure as hell relieved their argument took a turn into park. "Misplacement, maybe."

"...How do you misplace a baby in a bush?"

"Things like that can happen, you know."

"If anything, it seemed like it's deliberately thrown in there. Look! It's even wrapped in a blanket."

He held it up for the Mnemosurgeon to see who, in turn, simply shrugged.

"Yeah. To keep it warm."

"Until someone finds them."

Chromedome narrows his optics. He's got a bad feeling about this. "Rewind. What are you trying to say?"

"What I'm trying to say is that this child is deliberately left here to be found. We can't just leave it out here—"

"Are you saying we should steal it?''

"I'm not saying we should- ugh yes! I'm saying we should steal it—"

"You're kidnapping children now?"

Ratchet cuts through both of their comms, immediately barraging them, "Are you two idiots done squabbling with whatever stupid problem you have or are we gonna have to wait another fraggin' hour until you both make up and kiss?"

They had to take the baby, much to CD's dismay.

Ultra Magnus was losing his mind. What do you mean you found a baby in a ditch, in a bush, in a field of all places?! Even worse, literally miles and miles away from the nearest habitual region!

Purely, coincidental. He'll have to look in his files for crimes like this lest another is let loose for havoc. The young are the future for society! Something Cybertron is severely lacking in

Unacceptable. Simply unacceptable. Oh, and by the way, you're both going in the brig. You're late.

"Chromedome stalled me."

"Here, we go again."

Everyone is busy cooing and taking turns prodding the bab, and can someone please keep whirl away from the child he's armed, (with the exception of Megatron, the medics and UM) who didn't, mostly for the fear of passing diseases to it, mostly stood far with unimpressed looks on their faces.

First Aid, though, eventually took matters into his own hand,,, by taking it into his own hands and putting it in a glass box (shut up Brainstorm we're not using your stupid Polyhex Quadrilateral Box or whatever) to scan it's vitals and conditions

Everyone was outside, peering through the glass, prodding, helms jut at odd angles to see through the crowd — while the medics delicately assessed its condition.

Ratchet had to explain poor Rewind that not everyone wants children and not every parents are deserving of it so. He's seen this a lot in human culture.

"So they abandon babies just for the fun of it?!"

Well, he's got a point. Most of it at least. "Rewind.... no."

When they were done ensuring the baby is in optimal condition, Ratchet comes up to the, er couple, if he had to put it that way and crossed his arms, a brow raised.

"Do you trust yourselves enough to look after the child?"

"Might as well." CD sighs. ".... I've got enough responsibility on my plate, already."

"Nobody forced you to go back and take it." Rewind mutters.

Ratchet held up a servo to cut off another argument brewing. " I'm going to put this out clear."

A digit points to them. Ratchet grits his dentas and every word that spooled out of his vocalizer, more intense.

"You both are going to have to put your differences aside. You're going to resolve that problem of yours, and resolve it clean — not in front of the child, but behind. Go hide in a broom closet for all i care. Mutilate or incapacitate each other's limbs, if it helps. Fight all you want, kill each other if you have to. But this baby? This baby? You're going to give this child the most loving, caring family it can have. You hear?"

Shenanigans ensue.

Obviously, given they're Cybertronians, human anatomy isnt a topic they're very well versed with. Rewind does know a thing or two. But consulting videos are not really the best way to go when neither of them have the tools to feed the baby

Percy and Nautica (because he doesnt trust brainstorm) are tasked with concocting the milk formula. They're seen tinkering away in the lab, barring the other scientist against a let-me-in charade. Lab doors are locked and padlocked with a specific colde — suck it BS.

All elements, minerals and resources as such are to be provided Rodimus (begrudingly), then fact-checked by the medics, very, very carefully.

They're like guts deep in space and very far from earth. A quantum jump to said planet, in case of an emergency, can affect the only organic living onboard.

Moreover, Ratchet doesn't trust CDRW to learn the stuff themselves, so he holds five hour long sessions daily on how to provide sufficient needs for the baby. You know, handling them, playing with them, learning their gestures, mannerisms,,,etc

CD loves holding baby by the armpit, and especially loves it when he does that, baby tries to bap his face, squealing and babbling, trying to reach him— he finds that his chassis always melts a little.

Rewind, on the other hands, adores cradling baby in a blanket. He likes how warm and soft it is against his arms. And how easily it his to nestle baby under his chin as he walks.

He is the most affectionate from the two. And definitely records everything. Soccer mom-esque, cheering loud whenever baby does something' monumental, for instance, blabbering dada coherently. But also the most rigid. Like, lattice structured rigid.

''Rewind you watch snuff films you hypocrite, a Sunday cartoon getting a liiiiittle violent is nothing compared to the archives you go through." Rodimus wags the CD in front of the Archivist, an upturned pleading pout, pulling his features. He looked comical hunching to regard the smaller Archivist with baby nestled under his chin.

It was an obvious ploy to fiddle with the baby. Everyone's trying to get a nab of their little squeals, these days. Why wouldn't they?

Those adorable fats for cheeks, soft and cuddly, crawling around the habsuite like a cretin, gumming on everything they could find.

Skids managed dodging through the vents after a successful glimpse of peek-a-boo (Rewind forbids physical touch. He's not risking any disease that can be transferred.)

He slinked down and baby immediately latched onto his pedes, babbling for an upsie. It took him a while, and much restraint, not to take it through the vents

Swerve almost poisoned baby with the engex again because, in his own words, what's a little harm in trying new things?

He's now locked up in the brig, banned from touching baby ever .

This entire crew is a hazard and Rewind wasn't having it.

"Is this the same captain known for illegal conduct of meteor surfing?"

"....Oh, shut it."

Chromedome's not very affectionate but is less-rigid when it comes to baby. He's the type to cave in when they want something. Sweets? Oh, you want sweets? He doesn't care if the Lost Light is miles away from the nearest planet. He's going there and he's going now.

Stop him and he'll plunge those long, needle-like nails into mecha's skull, their ancestors could see Primus's aft whole again.

Hoards like,,,,around fifty satchels of sweets. It was only until Ambulon had a private chat with the Mnemosurgeon, that, yes, the baby is going to die eating that much.

So, he offered safer alternatives if baby wanted something sweet. Boiled potatoes, ripe avocados and fruits could help. (They'll have to frequent the nearest planets)

CD is like the most cynical ass ever to exist so Rewind find himself with an existential crises, staring off into a wall, when baby would scrunch up their face, the way CD does when he's displeased.

"That mask stays on."

"But I didn't even—"

"It stays on."

But he also finds, a little begrudingly, that CD is a lot more understandable these days. Mostly always cradling baby and humoring the little cretin . Arguments are close to nill. He barely has to raise his voice

Cybertronians naturally have harsh edges, given they're metal (duh), so their rooms would be congruent in terms of features as well. Not exactly a pleasant thought when an organic is dawdling about.

So to be safe, in their habsuite, Chromedome installed padded cushions everywhere. Even the ceiling is padded, mecha's kibbles are also padded (much to Rodimus's chagrin)

And, every inch and crevice of that room is filled with scribbles. (Scribbles only Swerve can decipher, but he's busy lounging in the brig so there's that.)

Red Alert, during a habsuite check, once blacked out inside the room because he didn't recognize the new change. It was so pastel-ish, bright and soft, he justs goes away

Chromedome finds the poor mech on the ground, baby on top with their crayons, assaulting said mecha's face while squealing at the teal green against stark red paint

"A new paint job, huh."

"Chromedome, get the poor guy up for Primus's sake!"

Baby is limited to the Library and Med-bay (as per Rewind's request). Library because Megatron is there and they know for a fact he's more trustworthy with the baby than anyone. And, Med-bay because, well, medics

But obviously, baby is like, a little cretin who thinks rules are a no-go and said social construct a danger to society. And, by who's declaration? Rodimus. It's Rodimus.

Rewind is going to murder that speedster of a captain

So , it's a given mech's will see CD scampering across the halls upon spotting baby dangling off a goddamn beam. Or, hanging off someone's shoulder, (said bot doesn't know, because baby is so small, the sensors didn't pick up), then sees the mnemosurgeon slumping onto the ground in relief, passed out for a minute

What's baby doing there?!

Rip CD's spark rate.

And, since they've got to play the part of a happy family, Rewind has to sleep in the same berth as his conjux. Not that they didn't ever

After the reveal (CD going behind his back doing unethical things w/ his fingers) Rewind was obviously displeased so they sported separate berths. Now? They'll manage squeezing in the same bed.

Rewind tried to act all huffy about it, glancing to one side, as though he doesn't want to be there. He does. He's just sulking.

Chromedome silently stares at the ceiling. Baby is between them, chewing on a miniature Rung figure (that Rung gave because, somehow, it calms the little thing)

Baby notices the silence and wants attention, so they bap their hands on the surface when both mechs weren't listening. And does it again for the fifth time. CD sighs and decides to humor baby, a little.

"It's past bed-time." He says quietly, patting their head

With a squeal, baby plays with CD's servo and curls it over their head. He scoops the little bundle up into his arms and loosened up a little.

Rewind swivels to find baby nuzzling his conjux, both deeply asleep. Something soft thrums in his spark, and while he’d rather bash his conjux’s a skull with a hammer, he can’t deny the lovely visage of him cuddling their child. So, he scoots over a little, resting his helm on CD's shoulder. He doesn't flinch when a servo lands on his shoulder plate, pulling him close.

Maybe, it wasn’t so bad.

[paikothecateater]

I wanna know what they'd do if you left them in charge of decorating a house for a party

Oh that would be chaos. Leaving just the Nordics in charge of something is not smart. You have Denmark and Sweden both fighting to be in charge, and both of them are the most childish people ever, so they can't be put in charge of anything. Norway cannot be told what to do by anyone. He has his own vision and will refuse to take even a little bit of constructive criticism. He will agree to help out with putting up decorations especially if Iceland's the one to ask for help. Speaking of Iceland, he and Finland are the best at this type of stuff.

Iceland is a raging perfectionist. He doesn't care about the artistic vision as long as it's aesthetically pleasing. Finland doesn't mind just helping out. In short, if you have a super important group project, you want these two with you.

If Denmark ends up being the one in charge, Sweden will absolutely sulk the whole time. He will purposefully misplace decorations or put them up weirdly and say something to the effect of 'oh, sorry about that. If it was up to me, I'd actually put that there.' when criticised for it. He and Denmark will butt heads the whole time with Denmark insisting that he (Sweden) is doing everything wrong and Sweden still insisting on doing things his way and being a huge know it all.

Norway is literally in a different world. To the unfamiliar eye, he looks high af, but that's just Norway. He's doing his own thing and he shall not be disturbed.

Iceland and Finland are setting up banners and decorations, blowing up balloons all while chit chatting about unserious things. Literally just bros being pookies.

Here's a crude scenario of how this would go:

Denmark: Alright! We have about four hours to decorate this house! Norway, you can do the balloons!

Norway: I'm gonna put a bunch of confetti right there...

Denmark: That works too! Iceland, balloons?

Iceland: those helium tank things scare the shit out of me, no thanks. I'll do the banners.

Denmark: Alright then, Finland, you can do the balloons, right?

Finland: I think so.

Denmark: great! That just leaves...

Sweden: I guess I'll just be here for when something inevitably falls apart.

Denmark: I'll get something to help you get that stick out of your ass.

Sweden: you're so immature...

Iceland: girls, you're both ugly, can we actually get something done for once?

Norway: I still have a bunch of confetti. Where should I put it?

Iceland: I'll tell you where to put it, you won't like it. Finland, the ladder is shaking. Could you hold it a bit more steadily?

Finland: I still don't understand why you waited for me to finish doing the balloons, so I could hold the ladder for you. You could have asked Sweden. Not that I mind of course.

Iceland: stupid as he is, Denmark was right about the whole stick thing, I'd rather have no one hold the ladder and fall directly on my head, breaking my neck, than ask him to help and listen to his petty monologue.

Norway: Iceland, don't take this the wrong way, but how have you gone this long without getting punched?

Iceland: bold of you to assume I don't get punched and people are usually crying too much by the time they get pissed enough to fight me.

Finland: who punched you? Seriously, I just need a name and an address if you have it.

Iceland: well, we're done.

Finland: yeah, we did awesome.

Iceland: I thought it would be a bit more chaotic though.

Denmark: *drops an entire disco ball*

Finland: you jinxed it.

Iceland: who even uses those things anymore?

Finland: I don't know... I saved us some helium to huff, you wanna go do that while they clean that up?

Iceland: I hope your favourite drink is always magically in your fridge.

There's a few.

[nameismizuki]

⚠️Adventure of Link Spoilers below from first sentence ⚠️

So I'm playing The Adventure of Link for the first time and I was blown away that Dark Links first ever appearance is so deep?? He forms out of Link! He's literally Links darker parts pulled out of him (if I'm interpreting that right)

The implacation of that and that Link has gone through a purification process like SS Zelda is all... WOW

But it's given me some brain rot I had to share with you, it's a little post ToTK drabble I blacked out and scrawled on a pad at 3am I hope you like it. ♥️♥️ Considered it a small gift for all the amazing art and feels you give with your art.

"Link lies next to hs dark half, they've mortally wounded each other as they've done so many times before. But that's alright. Link has his restorative potion, one bottle to get back up, walk away the winner again, just one more time. Always one more time.

He pulls out the flask and has flashebacks of AoL, pausing. He looks at DL who only scowls back at him before closing his eyes. Link flashes back to the Dark Parts of his own OoT childhood.

He looks up uncertain at the window of Hylia, the light shining down on the both. He begins to crawl to DL, He searches his face and holds DL in his lap. He grimace from his own injuries nearly fainting.

He pops the flask pouring the contents into DL's mouth. There is silence, the boy gasps waking up in shock to see his nemesis almost asleep over him he recoils as if expecting an attack. He checks his injuries, they're gone. He realises what link has done. We can see DL's tunic is stained green where Link has bled out on him.

He's never spoken once in all these millenia and he realises he can't. He wiggles his fingers, there's a memory in them, 'Why?' he signs

Link smiles sadly, only able to use one hand. 'in one of my lives I- I think I made a promise I wasn't gonna hurt myself anymore.' He smiles sadly at his shadow. 'I think this is me, keeping that promise'. He doubles over in pain.

DL catches him, they kneel in the light of Hylia we fade out to White.

'Link, LINK. Zelda bangs on a large stone door, She and the companions of this story finally break in, only to be greeted by the sight of a lone figure lying motionless on the ground.

Zelda's eyes tear up she sprints over. She to sits him up. She's shocked. Links Sky blue eyes and Sunshine hair have darkened. Even his tunic has lost so vibrency is this even Link?

She clutches his hands to her heart. 'My Link.' she signs 'Please tell me you're okay.'

'No, I'm not. I think I hurt my everything.' He giggles.

He's alright. Zelda tackles him to the ground with a tearful hug. He groans, gazing up at all his friends, feeling a fullness and completeness he hasn't felt in centuries. "

OOOHH that is indeed very interesting 👀

i love this so muchh! i also had this idea before with a friend, where dark link and link got along eventually after the events of OOT. i've drawn comics about those two as well but i'm too shy to share them here ASHDKDJHHH

i have high respect for writers, man. like how do y'all think of scenarios like this so creatively, i wish i could tbh but i really don't have a talent for writing. i have a lot of ideas in my head(i mostly just daydream abt scenarios) but i don't know how to put it all into words properly

thank you for this btw 🙏👏👏 now this is making me want to start playing Adventure of Link. i might try it out once i'm done with minish cap

[justabeatingheart]

PATTERNS ( sentence starters from the fifth studio album by kelsea ballerini )

PATTERNS

"I got questions, I got whys."

"I got patterns."

"It's in my generations."

"I'm coming apart at the seams."

"I like the feeling of the feeling."

"Maybe I'm the one to blame."

"It's so much deeper than under my skin."

"Is this a battle that I'll ever win?"

"When does it start and when does it end?"

SORRY MOM

"I know you're not impressed."

"I got regrets."

"You did your best."

"I turned out alright."

"You can sleep good at night."

"It's a different cloth we cut."

"I know it took a little tough love."

"There were dreams to chase."

"My priorities were out of balance."

"You told me to go but wished I was home."

BAGGAGE

"My heart ain't up in the air."

"I wouldn't wanna do it with anybody else."

"Everything that's heavy, I check it at the door."

"Kinda feel like I don't need it anymore."

"I even took it all the way to the steeple."

"I know the weight and gravity of keychains with same keys."

"If you want that welcome mat, then roll it out with me."

"Home is when you're with me."

FIRST RODEO

"That showdown was embarrassing."

"I'm still here brushing off a couple things."

"It doesn't scare or bother you, or so it seems."

"Thought I knew all of the ropes."

"Never knew I'd have a round two."

"Take my heart, but take it slow."

"This ain't my first rodeo."

"Tell me that it's gonna be alright."

"We never know if we're gonna make it out alive."

"When it comes to me and you, I can't not try."

NOTHING REALLY MATTERS

"'Am I caught up in the wrong things?"

"Nothing really matters, we're on a rock in space."

"Nothing really matters when I'm seeing your face."

"If it makes you happy, why are we so sad?"

"It's kinda all about the memories you make."

"It's kinda all about the love that you get and you give away."

HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE ME

"Life goes how it goes."

"We're not new no more."

"If my jokes weren't funny, would you laugh?"

"How much do you love me?"

"I know that shit's permanent."

"Worst-case scenario, you could put something over it."

"Could you ever get over it?"

"Do I sound needy and dramatic?"

TWO THINGS

"I'll love and hate you."

"I'll be your best and your worst day."

"I'll be your blessin' and curse."

"Are you feelin' alone?"

"Are we turnin' into people that we used to know?"

"I wish it was that easy when it comes to me and you."

WE BROKE UP

"We met, we vibed, we jumped in."

"There was nothing to complicate."

"We were really something, almost made it all the way."

"No use in digging up bones from the grave."

"When it's over, it's over."

"It's as simple as 'We broke up'."

WAIT!

"I have a nasty habit of leavin' before I get left."

"This is just a conversation, baby, what the fuck?"

"Internal warfare, it's what I always do."

"I'm better on my own."

"Can I take it back now?"

"Can we make it last?"

"How stupid of me to think you wouldn't listen."

"Once again my head and heart are at war."

BEG FOR YOUR LOVE

"I'd follow you to the moon."

"You know I'm ride or die for you."

"If you want a chase, I won't run."

"I ain't gonna beg for your love."

"I wanna go the distance."

"I'm trying, are you trying?"

"You can be so mean."

"Is this just way too tough?"

"You're all I want, but not like this."

"It shouldn't have to be like that."

"Don't make me say I'm done."

DEEP

"You could save me."

"Maybe I could save myself."

"I think I'm drowning."

"God, I can't breathe."

"If loving you is an ocean, then I'm in deep."

"It's too late to swim to shore."

"I don't need an SOS."

COWBOYS CRY TOO

"That well runs deep."

"I've burned too many miles tryna ride out all the sadness."

"You can't outdrive pain, someday it's gonna take the wheel."

I WOULD, WOULD YOU

"That's just what you do when you love someone."

"That's the choice you choose when you love someone."

"Life is short, life is long, but it's better with you here."

"If somebody does you wrong, hold my beer."

"I'd still die for you."

"That's what friends are for."

"I wanna be the one."

THIS TIME LAST YEAR

"There were messes in my mind."

"I was learning all the harder ways."

"How the tides change in 365 days."

"I gave hell a piece of my mind."

"It's all part of shedding old skin."

"Day by day I became unrecognizable."

"Thank God that I changed."

DID YOU MAKE IT HOME?

"Are you safe on the road you chose?"

"Did you make it home?"

[marshmallowloves]

Mimikyu, Chansey, and Ditto for Linebeck!!! -@frankmillerturnonyourlocation :D

y'know I reblogged that ask game fully expecting to get asks for my Pokemon f/os, but honestly seeing Linebeck in my inbox is a VERY pleasant surprise (especially considering my partner just finished Phantom Hourglass recently sdkjfg) so hell yeah I love my asshole sailor husband LET'S GO

Mimikyu - Imagine cosplaying as your F/O (or your F/O cosplaying as you). How does it turn out?

Chansey - Who worries more if either one of you ends up in a hospital?

(naturally replacing hospital with...well, just getting hurt in general, cause. y'know. no hospitals in the world of the ocean king apparently djkhgkjdf)

Koci would outwardly show more concern for Linebeck if he got hurt, because he very clearly has an aversion to fighting and she's seen right through his brave facade on plenty of occasions…so she'd figure he probably got hurt because he tried being a Big Damn Hero for once and did something stupid. Also because she does care about him despite their initial differences and she isn't afraid to say it out loud asfgsdf

Buuuut I think it's actually Linebeck who would worry more about Koci, though he doesn't show it nearly as much. She's the one out there doing the fighting and constantly risking her life, what's he gonna do if one day she just doesn't come back from the island they docked at? He might act like it's because he doesn't wanna lose his only crewmate who also gets shit done for him, but the truth is he's come to like her company and probably couldn't forgive himself if she got hurt (maybe it would remind him of how he left his old shipmates to die).

If she just gets a little scraped up, he's probably sitting there bandaging her wounds and sighing and telling her not to do anything stupid next time, but if she's unconscious or something then I think he'd actively panic and fret over her…because he cares about her of course, but also because she's not really present to witness him drop his bravado so she can't judge him for it jshdgfdf

Ditto - If someone tried to impersonate you or your F/O, how would you distinguish the two?

This one says "you OR your f/o" but I can't think of anything for Koci atm… BUT if someone's impersonating Linebeck then this one's easy dkjfhg. I'm picturing a whole "WHICH ONE DO I SHOOT?!" scenario like:

Koci: ALRIGHT, I know how to settle this. Something only the REAL Linebeck would know… What's the nickname you always call me? Fake Linebeck: ...You have a nickname? Koci: (absolutely knocks him the fuck out with one of her maces) Linebeck, horrified: My GODS, chickadee, THAT'S what you were gonna do to me if I didn't answer right?! Koci: (shrugs) Linebeck: ......alright, remind me not to piss you off anymore.

[ares-protector]

There are spoilers to both Centaur World and TUC in this post. I will be talking about one of the very last songs in the Centaur World series and it is a major spoiler I think. So go watch Centaur World because it's amazing and then look at this. It'll also make more sense if you have, but the song itself is enough to understand if you don't want to/can't watch Centaur World.

Okay, something I do is that I try to change lyrics of songs to fit TUC situations. And I have done that to The Last Lullaby, Part 2 from Centaur World. Ares has Rider's part and Gregor has Horse's part. And it is so sad, and I have had this in my head since October and must share it. This is after Gregor is knocked off Ares, and Ares is released from the Bane's jaws, and the Bane has died. A scenario where Ares is still alive before dying there. I just think the lyrics fit well, is sad, and is all I think of when I hear the song. The lyrics below are the changed lyrics I have in my head and sing.

Gregor:

You're ok

You're alright

Save your strength

We don't have to fight

Anymore

It's over

We won the war

And we can finally be together

Ares:

If you stay by my side

I'm at peace

'Cause I know I'm finally

Home

I saved you

I'm not alone

You'll make it back, that's all that matters

Both:

Now we're allowed to just be

Me and you

And you and me

The soldiers can rest

The brothers can start their lives again

*Ares dies*

Gregor:

Don't go, Ares,

Okay?

Don't.

I was searching for you

And I was so afraid

[f1-disaster-bi]

Hey could you write something military related Lando centric? For example, Lando being a military soldier for example in special forces. I don't know pairing, maybe lando/Max or Pierre/lando, but I have two scenarios

1. Him being quiet rookie soldier and Max or Pierre or someone else being more experienced soldier who falls to Lando immediately. Lando is hard to get due to his hard past and that's why he became a soldier

2. Lando being a new soldier in special forces where Max or Pierre are working in the medical side.

Either way, there can be lot of angst and hurt/comfort of when lando is in danger and getting hurt

Anon, maybe you read my mind or something because I'm actually in a bit of a mood. I might be a Cultural Historian by profession but I also have a keen interest in Military history and rn I'm rewatching Band of Brothers and Thinking Thoughts.

I don't really have time for a full fic right now, but I can absolutely write you a short thing? (I also now have some WWII Band of Brothers inspired drabbles)

As for your ideas, I hope this is alright! I've mixed your ideas together a little.

"You need to stop ending up here"

Lando didn't take his eyes off of the ceiling as Pierre worked at stitching closed the bullet wound on his shoulder.

"Part of the job" was all he replied as he closed his eyes because that's what it was.

It was just a hazard of the job.

Lando barely even felt the wounds anymore and he didn't really care about them. What was one more scar on his body when he had spent his life collecting them since he was two years old? It was nothing new. Nothing he hadn't experienced before.

A bullet wasn't going to stop him getting the job done.

"Yes, but most of you know enough to avoid getting shot", Pierre glared as he finished his last stitch, "Why can't you?"

Lando just hummed softly before he finally looked at Pierre for the first time since the medic had met him off of the helicopter.

"Because I don't care, Gasly, and you lecturing me won't change that", Lando shrugged because it was the truth.

Pierre sighed as he fixed a patch over the closed wound before he sat back and gave Lando a pitying look.

"No, I've learnt that by now, but you're a fool to think I won't try and stop you from killing yourself for this job"

[thotsforvillainrights]

AHHHHHHH CONGRATS MUN!

Can I get something with a soft shiggy or skeptic 🫣

(Thank you! I had a hard time choosing on this one but I guess I need to flush my system of the Skeptic fever so it'll have to be him this time lol)

~As if I have to say it~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Busy is not the right word to describe it. There has to be something more than that, right? Extremely focused maybe? Passionate about his work, obsessed...yes, that sounds about right. This was the first quarter. He should be relaxing! It's not like Feel Good wasn't going to turn a profit. They were on top and will likely remain that way. Yet he continues to argue that he has to work hard so they're ahead by the end of the first quarter. The only time when he should be resting and he's working.

-Come to think of it, he's been more than distant lately while working. He's been ignoring you lately a lot too. Just the other night you remember feeling a little ate up about it. You were sitting on the couch and reading. "Hmmm, Dr. Gary says right here that there are 5 love languages." You mutter out but are greeted with silence. You close the book you're reading and sit up from your cushioned spot on the couch to look over at him slouched at the kitchen table, his fingers furiously typing away at his keyboard.

-He hasn't even been replying to your texts either. He's not pausing in the morning to kiss you before work or sitting with you for dinner, only opting to take his plate to the home office and eat it behind closed doors while he works. You can't even remember the last time you two went on a date for the night. The last time you tried to approach him, he turned down the offer with a quick grunt and a mumble "there's work to be done..."

-Finally everything boiled over when you realized he'd stopped coming to bed and opted to sleep at his desk in the computer room after working himself to exhaustion. You'd be damned if you were treated like a roommate instead of a partner. You finally decided to gather your self and stomp into that room. All your anger faded away into sadness when you stopped and took a moment to explain how you felt to him.

-He didn't even look like he was listening. You decided it was a lost cause but just as your tears threatened to spill, he stopped typing and sighed. He leaned back into his chair and turned to look at you. His bloodshot tired eyes focused on you before he spoke quietly.

-"You said you think I don't care for you anymore? Is saying it to your face going to make you feel anymore secure? I shouldn't have to do something like that and you shouldn't ever question how I feel about you. I'm working. The reason why I want us ahead is so when the Second quarter comes around we won't need to worry about falling behind. It's also so I can spend time with you. I'm almost finished and had you hung on until tomorrow evening then I would've approached you. I hate apologizing but for you I will push past...sorry"

-You frowned and moved to get settled into his lap while he began gently rubbing your back. "I love you alright? I don't feel like I need to say it but I suppose for you it must be done. I only ask that you don't doubt me again please? It's annoying." He playfully thumps your forehead. Although it wasn't a conventional apology, you knew he was doing his very best to reassure you in his own special way. In case you didn't believe him, tomorrow really does come. He puts his work away and he makes everything up to you with plenty of affection. Just as you please

[everyone-with-a-para]

Alright! The last poison: the Jellyfish bitch herself, Actress/Fictional!Lusamine.

When I say this would be an info dump, it will be an info dump.

Tldr: Lusabitch becomes besties with SpongeBob, cools tf down, diverge more, gets angsted by the paracosm's lore, all because of this one comic I found in kym.

The bitch has been through a lot. She's been around since day one of Screen Universe and even some time before that. She's one of the late comers to the previous paracosm and got carried over to Screen Universe during the transition.

Funny enough, I despise the bitch's canon self and still do. But her daydream counterpart diverge almost beyond recognition that I can't see her the same way anymore. You could say she became a fully grown para along side with SpongeBob and a few others.

Speaking of SpongeBob, my man is the one who started her development and divergence as a para! If it wasn't for him, idk what I could have done to her instead. Bro thought it was a good idea to befriend one of the most fucked up characters in the Pokémon franchise, ran with it, and actually ended up being iconic doing it. Not Lillie, not even Archie (even though he really should have). Nope, it's the Bitch™ he formed a bond with.

Imagine, your imaginary/daydream childhood best friend befriending a character you hate, and you ended up watching where it's heading until it's too late. By until it's too late, I mean ended up supporting their dynamic while being conflicted about it because of who the two people are involved in the said friendship. It's very much like that.

Although, I'm not really sure who even initiated the befriending. For all we know, it could have been mutual.

So how did that happen? It all started with encountering this joke comic on Know Your Meme of Lusamine recreating a SpongeBob episode where he attempted living with the jellyfish. I ran into it on Facebook when I was younger and the full title didn't load. It just stopped at the part that implied the Bitch being in a SpongeBob episode doing something, but it didn't say what. So my younger self was like "w h a t" and daydreamed of the two interacting more than usual. This is prior to Screen Universe. Back then, when she joined, she was just like her canon self, and Spunch was kinda diverging while being mostly in character. So they'd fight (mainly in the trophy room and Ultra Space, but it can be anywhere else) and be after each others' necks. She even froze him one time and he only escaped because plot armour.

When I finally read the full title and comic, that's where shit hit the fan and started the bond in motion. They didn't become besties over night, it had a rocky start because of how I see both characters at the time (love one, but hate the other). Their interactions and scenarios evolved over time. With shit like soulmate AUs, fights, and the copyright jokes to name a few. The memes involving Lus being portrayed as SpongeBob (either with a scene or as SpongeBob himself) definitely spiked the development of their relationship. I think they started to mellow down with eachother towards the end of the previous paracosm, and the transition between both daydream eras.

What really cemented their fate as a pair was drawing this fan art of the two riding on eachother's jellyfish forms back in 2019. A handful of people on the Pokémon Amino liked it and even commented on it. This was when Screen Universe was still pretty new and these two are still actually warming up to each other after like one to two years of fighting and bickering. They just eventually agreed Jellyfishes are neat and they should bond over their enthusiasm for them. There was another fan art I made with the two before that, but that didn't gain much attraction iirc.

Over the course of the paracosm's development, their bond grew and grew until we're where we are now. There had been some rough edges here and there like when they were starting out in Screen Universe's fresh beginnings, Lus was still pretty malicious even for SpongeBob's detriment. And there was an phase back in 2021-early 2022 where Sponge didn't treat her too well (saw her as a weapon for ends to meet), but eventually cut that shit out. But there's some fluff too, like when they had tea together, gush about jellyfishes, and spar.

I think I will have to cut the ask in two because this is getting long 💀

I think my many issues trying to post this is because of how long it is so I'm gonna try posting asks 2 and 3 in the replies instead of pasting it into the main body of the post

Reading this and shovelling popcorn into my mouth like it's the newest cult classic movie I'm so invested

SpongeBob Lusamine enemies to besties core <3 when the paras are emotionally dependent on each other >>>>>

Taking all the villain Fictionals and giving them soft blankets and hot chocolate and therapy btw

Fma:b mentioned!!!!! (Rip my fma:b paracosm my paraself was so OP in that when I was 14)

Mickey needs to take a fucking nap, sort his ego out, and rethink his life choices please and thank you

[kidmachinate]

Just Above Basic

In a short statement I made to a friend, I said the following:

"I understand I'm getting old but I'm not THAT old. I refuse to make old a part of my personality, I've got things I need to do. Things I still want to do."

We are all aging. It's inevitable. We all will fail eventually of old age and be able to do less...but there are many of us who are not there now. Even if you are, what's your mental fortitude like? I say that all to say this.

I'm not too old for events or gatherings. Hell even the occasional (probably for work) party outside of my comfort zone for keeping appearances. I much prefer with intent gatherings that get turned into our own "party" with good company, food, and activities, but sometimes being challenged from time to time allows for growth. It could be the mere action of doing something you haven't done before. The right conversation someone may need to hear, as people are different outside of work. While it occurs much less for our generation than the generations past, genuinely being in the "right place at the right time" for a job opportunity. It could be anything.

What I am getting too old for is a list that grows but is much less about outings or even physical activity, and more about stagnancy and complaints. While the internet can run rampant with this stuff, misery loves company as they say. Do you find yourself on loop? On repeat? Do you enjoy this? If not, I would challenge you to break that cycle. That may very well mean outgrowing scenarios or people that you don't want to involve yourself with anymore. The easiest thing to point towards is what is a quickly coming "next four years". There's gonna be A LOT of nonsense around all that, and while it is valid, it's not gonna help anything. I have to have hope that the possibility of going to war aside, we'll be alright.

If you're a "know-it-all", spend a bit too much time on the internet to post opinions (that you may think are fact), or are stuck in your own bubble world, oblivious to what's around you, you can't turn around and be shocked if people look at you differently. I'm not the only one trying to grow out there but some of the examples I'm listing, if they apply, are likely coming from people not willing to do that. Or maybe they haven't reached the awakening, second wind, etc stage yet.

I've never been silent on this. My rants I'm sure sound samey and bounce between fighting the good fight, sometimes saying fuck off to the person who wronged you, and you've got this! Common themes that can and will occur in life. If you got holes in your boat, you can patch them, or sink. I choose to float or fly. I'll help you patch up if that's your journey, but after a while, sometimes you have to let the ship sink and get yourself off there before it does.

(If you're with me, let's enjoy this life. We only have so long here. A hunter is never alone.)

From Facebook Page: Mindsets

[wiltingredroses]

Venomous: An Extreme Horror Novella Chapter 4: Daugherty Farm: Part 1

This chapter got too long so I had to split it in two. This is actually Chapter 4: Part: 1. The adult adventures of Maeve and Evelyn will continue in Chapter 5. Until then, enjoy this wholesome detour where everything is fine and nothing bad happens at all!

Evelyn and I stand outside of a convenience store, counting what little cash we have left. We have gone almost three days without eating at this point, forgoing food in favor of filling up the truck. We had befriended a group of people back in Minneapolis, one of whom told us about an uncle that lived on a farm in Oklahoma. He said that he'd be happy to let us stay, and even pay us to work for him. Being in pretty desperate need of money, we eagerly accepted the offer. The money Shane gave us lasted us about three months due to my aggressive budgeting. We pulled the lost girls con many times, which worked more often than not. Evelyn was good at finding a couch to sleep on whenever that failed. Worst case scenario, we could always find a cheap motel somewhere. Now, we've found ourselves with five dollars to our name, which we can't afford to spend on anything but gas.

We have become desperate. The hunger pangs are so intense we can't sleep anymore. We need something, anything, to keep us going until we get to Oklahoma. We've done our best to refrain from committing crimes thus far, if only to prevent an encounter with the police. It looks like that is about to change.

“Okay, you distract the clerk. I'll grab what I can.” She says. That's all there is to it. Nothing too complicated. She won't need long, anyway. All I have to do is give her a minute or two.

“Alright, let's do this.” I say. The bell above the door dings as we step inside. Evelyn hurries into a nearby isle before the clerk can spot her. The apathetic long-haired boy lifts his head just as she disappears from view, before his attention drifts back to the comic book in front of him. I smile my friendliest smile as I walk up to the counter. It's just him, as far as I can tell. No other customers either. This should be easy.

“Hello!” I greet the bored-looking clerk behind the counter. He looks up, disinterested.

“Hi. Can I help you?” He asks with a complete lack of enthusiasm.

“Oh, well, I'm a little bit lost. I was wondering if you could give me directions?” I ask.

“Don't you mean “we're a little bit lost”?” He asks.

“I'm not sure what you-”

“The girl that came in with you, that's your friend right?”

“I'm not sure-”

“The girl currently stuffing potato chips into her backpack? That ring a bell?” He asks. I panic, immediately trying to think of an exit strategy. How did he even notice? He barely spared us a glance when we walked in.

“Lucky guess.” He says, noticing the panic in my eyes.

“Look, I don't care. They don't pay me enough to. You two are homeless, right?” He continues.

I nod.

“Take whatever you want. I'm not a nark.” He says and returns to his comic once again.

“Really?” I ask in disbelief.

“Yeah. Really.”

I look up at the surveillance camera on the ceiling. Even if he doesn't stop us, we'll still be caught.

“Doesn't work. Don't worry about it.”

I stare at him for a few more moments before turning and beginning to search for Evelyn. I find her towards the back, stuffing granola bars into a backpack. She looks up as I approach.

“What are you doing? You're supposed to be distracting the clerk!”

“He knows what we're doing. He doesn't care.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Well, shit, help me out then!”

Quickly, we fill our bag as much as we can. I keep glancing at the guy behind the counter, just to be sure he doesn't call the police while we're not looking. He doesn't move the entire time, except to flip a page. As soon as we have taken as much stuff as we can carry, we hurry out the front door. I climb into the passenger's seat with our stolen goods and Evelyn peels out of the parking lot. Regardless of what the clerk said, we aren't going to stick around to get caught.

We drive for a while before pulling into an empty field. Seeing as this is going to be where we are staying for the night, we do our best to make the bed of the truck comfortable. Thankfully we have a few pillows and blankets with us to help. Once we have semi-successfully cushioned the truck bed, we empty out our bag to see what we made off with. There wasn't a whole lot of logic when it came to what we took. We were just blindly grabbing and stuffing whatever looked passable into the bag. Thankfully, we have plenty to get us to Oklahoma without having to ration it out.

We immediately begin stuffing our faces. I'm halfway through my second candy bar when Evelyn stops me.

“Slow down, bunny. You're going to make yourself sick.” She pulls a bag of trail mix out of the pile and hands it to me.

“Eat this. You need something with actual nutrition.” She says before returning to her protein bar.

Once our stomachs are satisfied, we try to get comfortable. I lay next to Evelyn underneath a blanket, but I can't seem to relax.

“What's wrong?” She asks.

“I feel exposed being in a wide open space like this. What if someone finds us? We're probably trespassing.”

“Then you sleep and I'll keep watch. We'll take shifts, okay?” She says. I would feel guilty having her take the first shift. She's probably far more tired than me, seeing as I'm not the one driving.

“You sleep first.” I say.

“Yeah, and have you fall asleep on me? I don't think so. Shut up and sleep.” She says, tossing a pillow at my face. I don't bother to argue further. Once she's made up her mind, there's no convincing her otherwise.

-

I don't know how long I manage to sleep before I am awoken by raindrops falling onto my face. I look over to see Evelyn hastily packing up our stuff.

“Of course.” I mutter under my breath.

“Looks like we're spending the night inside the truck.” Evelyn says.

Together, we gather our stuff and cover it with a tarp to protect it from the rain. By the time we climb back into the truck, we are dripping wet and freezing. We try to get some sleep, unconcerned with being confronted by any strangers now that we are safely locked inside. Neither of us manage to sleep for very long considering the uncomfortable position we found ourselves in. With the promise of a roof over our heads waiting for us in Oklahoma, we waste no time getting back on the road first thing in the morning.

-

It takes us another two days to reach our destination. We get very little sleep as the rain seems to follow us, forcing us to sleep in the cramped conditions of Evelyn's truck. When we finally drive up the dirt driveway to the farmhouse we are exhausted and filthy.

We spot a man on the front porch of the house. I can only assume this is the uncle we have been told about. He is younger than I expected. I doubt he is any older than forty. As we climb out of the truck, I become instantly aware of the fact that we haven't showered in about two weeks and our clothes haven't been washed in three. God only knows what is running through that man's head as we approach the house.

“Can I help you girls?” He calls out to us. I decide to take the lead for once, as Evelyn doesn't always leave a good impression on this type.

“Hello! We met your nephew about a week ago. He said you would be expecting us?” I say as we walk up the front steps. Recognition falls over his face almost immediately.

“Why, you must be Maeve and Evelyn! I was starting to think you were a couple of no-shows!” He says, practically jumping to his feet in excitement. He hurries over to us, grabbing my hands and shaking them enthusiastically before doing the same to Evelyn.

“Come in, come in!” He says as he pushes us into the house. The inside is about what I expected. The décor seems to have been pulled straight out of the 1940's, which tells me that he probably inherited it from an elderly relative. I don't see anything resembling modern technology other than an ancient radio perched on a side table. The air is musty and stale like the room had sat empty for a decade before we arrived. Despite this, the room is remarkably clean. While a bit cluttered with relics of the past, I don't see a speck of dust of dirt. You would expect a farmer's home to be a little dirty. I would assume it is simply an unavoidable result of the profession.

“As excited as I am to give you the full tour, I think you girls are in desperate need of a bath and a meal first.” He says. We glance at each other briefly. Our faces are dirty and our hair is slick with grease while our clothes are stained and torn. I'm sure that our combined stench is overwhelmingly foul, but we've long grown blind to it. We've found that people are increasingly unkind the more homeless you appear. So many people were happy to help us when we were well-kept and nicely dressed, but that help soon dried up when it became obvious that we were not prim and proper girls that just happened to take a wrong turn somewhere.

“That would be appreciated, thank you.”

-

The man shows us to our room where we drop off our meager belongings. We learn that his name is Wayne Daugherty, and that he inherited this farm from his great aunt and uncle about a decade ago. After we properly introduce ourselves, he hands us each a stack of clothes and points me towards the bathroom just down the hall. He then goes to show Evelyn the second bathroom upstairs, leaving me by myself.

I enter the bathroom and set the clothes down on a nearby stool. Much like the rest of the house, the bathroom features are quite old and outdated. There's no shower, just a slightly elevated clawfoot bathtub in the middle of the room. I let the water run while I get undressed, inspecting my clothes as I do so. It used to be my favorite dress, having been a Christmas gift from my aunt. The once mint green dress had turned brownish after not being washed for as long as it had. It was covered in rips and tears and missing a button or two. I clutched it for a moment, sighed, and tossed it into the waste bin.

I test the water before stepping into the tub. It feels weird to be taking an actual bath for the first time since leaving home. Evelyn and I have become used to doing things as quickly as possible, never slowing down long enough to do something as simple as having a bath. These days it's mostly truck stop showers and skinny dipping in rivers. Every once in awhile Evelyn and I can sweet talk some horny guy into using his shower before leaving him high and dry. The hot water is comforting, like an all-consuming hug. The aches and pains from weeks of poor sleeping conditions are relieved almost instantly.

I scrub down every inch of my body, not leaving a single crevice untouched. I wash my hair with probably three times the amount of shampoo required, watching as the water turns a disturbing brownish color as I do so. Suddenly disgusted by the realization that I am sitting in my own filth, I rinse myself off and get out of the tub.

I grab a towel from a nearby shelf and press my face into it for a moment. It's a pure, clean white color and doesn't smell like mildew. I bet this guy actually washes them more than once every three months. I dry myself off and start going through the pile of clothes. They consist of a yellow short-sleeve t-shirt and denim overall shorts. They certainly aren't my style, but they are my size weirdly enough. I get dressed and look at myself in the full length mirror in the corner of the bathroom. I can't help but wonder why he just had this stuff sitting around. In the moment though, I can't find it in me to care all that much. I'm just content to not look a Victorian street urchin anymore.

I leave the bathroom and return to the room we'll be staying in to find Evelyn is sitting on the bed, waiting for me. I almost don't recognize her dressed in bell-bottom denim jeans and flannel.

“How goes it, cowgirl?” She asks with a smirk. I laugh. We barely resemble ourselves dressed the way we are.

“You're missing a vital part of the look, though. C'mere.” She says, gesturing to the spot on the floor in front of her. I have many questions, but in lieu of asking them, I give into her request without a fight. I sit on the ground, my head resting between her knees. She grabs strands of my hair and begins braiding it.

“How do you even know how to do that?” I ask.

“I was in just as many braiding circles in scouts as you were. Now sit still.” She replies.

Eventually, she decides that she is done and allows me to stand up. I walk to the mirror and admire her look. She had tied my hair in a loose braid that hung over my shoulder, fully completing the farmer girl look. Honestly, it kind of works.

“You like it?” Evelyn asks, draping herself over my shoulder.

“I love it.” I reply. She leans in for a kiss and I happily accept. A knock at the door startles us and she jumps back.

“Dinner's ready, girls! Come down to the dining room when you're ready.” Mr. Daugherty calls through the door. We look at each other. We are absolutely desperate for actual food. I don't know how good this guy's cooking skills are, but I'll take unseasoned potatoes and tough overcooked meat over another convenience store snack. If I eat another potato chip I might actually die on the spot.

We eagerly head downstairs to the dining room to find Mr. Daugherty seated at the table. He gestures for us to sit and we do so. Noises in the kitchen imply there is another person living in the house. Just a few moments later, a girl emerges from the kitchen, carry a tray. She looks to be around our age, if maybe a year or two older. She's a tall, skinny girl in a simple blue cotton dress underneath an apron. For a moment I think I've found an answer as to why Mr. Daugherty has girl's clothing on hand, but I quickly realize that we are not the same size at all. She does not make eye contact with us, simply looking forward with a vacant stare.

“Evelyn, Maeve, this is my daughter Mabel.” He says, introducing us.

“Hello!” I say with a wave. Endearing ourselves to the homeowner's daughter is probably the smart move if we wish to stay longer than a few days. I don't know about Evelyn, but I'm not particularly eager to hop back into the truck after the last few weeks we've had.

Mabel does not respond, however. She simply places the tray onto the table and begins handing out our portions. Her gaze is unwavering and for a second I wonder if she can hear or see us at all.

“You'll have to excuse my daughter. She's been a mute since birth.” He says dismissively. After everyone has been served, she grabs the tray and retreats back into the kitchen before returning a few moments later. As much as I want to dive into the bowl of stew and devour it like a feral dog, I manage to restrain myself out of politeness. Evelyn does too, but only because I shoot her a look. Once everyone is at the table, Mr. Daugherty says grace while Evelyn and I pretend to go along with it, sitting awkwardly in silence while shooting each other uncomfortable glances. I sneak a peak at Mabel once, only to catch her piercing eyes staring back at me, forcibly diverting my attention back down to my hands.

Finally, after what seems like forever, we are allowed to eat. I try to maintain an air of courtesy and grace, but the second the taste of food hits my tongue I begin shoveling it down like I'll never eat again. I can't help but feel slightly embarrassed at how quickly I manage to wolf it down. This is somewhat alleviated when I glance at Evelyn to find she had finished long before I had.

“Well that's about the highest compliment you can give a cook, isn't it, Mabel?” He says. Mabel looks at him and nods, acknowledging that she was spoken to for the first time since we've met her.

With my hunger now sated, I decide it's probably a good idea to start asking questions about this strange man and his farm. Inviting teenagers that you've never met to come stay at your farm several states away is a bit... suspect... to say the least.

“So, have you had guests like us before?” I ask, trying to hide my skepticism.

“Oh, many times! I help young people like yourselves whenever I get the chance. If you take a look at the pictures on the walls, you'll see my many, many success stories.” He explains.

“Success stories?” Evelyn asks.

“The ones that are able to get their act together and learn skills that will help them get out the situation they've found themselves in. I don't turn anyone away; whether they be addicts, unwed mothers, prostitutes, runaways, or some combination of the four. Hell, I adopted Mabel as my own so that her mother could get a college education without having a child to worry about.” He says. I find it odd that he talks so openly about the circumstances of Mabel's adoption in front of her, to complete strangers nonetheless, but she doesn't seem to care.

“What about the not-so-successful ones?” I ask, curiously.

“Usually they just up and leave in the middle of the night. As much as it pains me, sometimes I have to ask them to leave if I feel they're making a negative impact on the others.” He says.

“But I never get discouraged! No matter how many refuse my helping hand and go back to their old ways. That's why everyone I know has my permission to send me any strays that cross their path.” Mr. Daugherty says with pride in his voice.

“Sorry to change the subject, but exactly is it that we'll be doing here?” Evelyn asks.

“Oh, just helping me out around the farm. Nothing two strong-willed girls can't handle. Maeve, you seem like the more domestic one out of the two of you, so you'll mostly be inside helping Mabel out around the house. Evelyn, you'll be working outside with me. Does that sound okay to you? If not, you can just stay here for the night and be on your way tomorrow, but I won't have any freeloaders just laying about.” He says.

Evelyn and I look at each other. We don't really need to discuss it. At this point we'll do just about anything to have a bed for the night. When we get bored of it, we'll leave, just like we always do.

“Yes, of course. Whatever you need from us.” I respond.

“Wonderful, just wonderful! Now, you two seem like you're in great need of a rest, so you two can sleep in tomorrow and we won't get started until the day after.”

Evelyn and I exchange glances once again. A real bed, in a real house, that's clean and pest free, plus free food and a salary? We really owe that guy back in Minneapolis big time. Come to think of it, I should really give him a call tomorrow to thank him.

This could be good for us, being able to live normal lives again, even if just for a little while, before we move on to our next adventure.

[boreddcposts]

DC extreme capture the flag

This post is open for contribution, whether it be characters, teams, rules or funny scenarios that you can think of

TEAMS:

The Bats (black flag): - Bruce Wayne - Dick Grayson - Barbara Gordon - Jason Todd - Tim Drake - Damian Wayne - Duke Thomas - Cassandra Cain - Stephanie Brown

The Supers (blue flag): - Clark Kent - Lois Lane - Lucy Lane - Conner Kent - Jon Kent - Kara Danvers - Bizarro - Karen Starr - Lar Gand

The Amazons (yellow flag): (let’s face it. This team would win. Hands down) - Diana Prince - Steve Trevor - Donna Troy - Cassie Sandsmark - Artemis - Nubia - Grace Choi - Queen Hippolyta - Etta Candy

The Atlanteans (orange flag): - King Arthur - Queen Mera - Garth - Tula - Kaldur’ahm - Dolphin - Lorena Marquez - Koryak - Arthur Jr.

The Speedsters (red flag): - Barry Allen - Iris West - Wally West - Wallace West - Bart Allen - Thaddeus Thawne  - Jesse Chambers - Avery Ho - Max Mercury

The Arrows (green flag): - Oliver Queen - Dinah Lance - Roy Harper - Lian Harper - Emiko Queen - Mia Dearden - Connor Hawke - Cissie King-Jones - John Diggle

RULES:

- THERE ARE NO RULES. - Kidding. Of course there are rules. This is Capture the Flag: Extreme Edition. This means war. And even war has rules. - There are six teams. Six flags. Usually, this game only has two teams and two flags, but this is the Extreme Edition so the rules will be tweaked a little.  - One rule remains the same: your flag must be visible. You cannot hide it. The other teams must be able to spot your flag from ten feet (10 ft) away. - There are six territories for the six teams. Five of them are on land, while the Atlanteans’ is in the water, because not all of them are high-born and they need water to survive. Plus it makes the game really interesting. - A circle must be drawn around your flag, one that your team cannot enter. This circle must be ten feet (10 ft) in diameter. No one is allowed to stand directly in front of their flag.  - Because there are six flags, the way to win is a little different. I’ll explain it like this: if team ‘Bats’ captures the flag of team ‘Speedsters’, then team ‘Speedsters’ is forced to join forces with team ‘Bats’. They become one team. This system goes on until there are only two teams. Whichever team can steal the other’s flags, wins. Game over. - You cannot join forces if your flags aren’t joined. No team affiliation unless flags have been captured. Team affiliation is illegal. Unless flags are captured. - Once a flag has been captured and forces are joined, those forces can only be broken through one way. Let’s return to the previous example. Teams ‘Bats’ and ‘Speedsters’ are now one team. If team ‘Arrows’ were to steal the ‘Speedsters’ flag, this does not mean that ‘Speedsters’ now joins ‘Arrows’. they stay joined with ‘Bats’. However, if ‘Arrows’ were to also steal ‘Bats’ flag, then both ‘Speedsters’ and ‘Bats’ must join forces with ‘Arrows’. However, However. Let’s say team ‘Amazons’ were to then steal the ‘Bats’ flag, what happens then? Simple! The two teams must then split. ‘Speedsters’ join with ‘Arrows’, ‘Bats’ join with ‘Amazons’. This is the only way to break forces.  - There are jails! Team members can be tagged and captured by opposite team members. Captured members will be taken to a jail that is in another team’s neutral spot. Captured members can be freed by their own team, if they can get past the guards. The tagger must escort the captured to their jail, if they don’t then the captured has permission to run for it. The ‘Atlanteans’ jail is on land. - NO POWERS. The game is to be set on an equal ground. No speed. No super strength. No water manipulation. Nothing. If powers are used, this will result in an automatic disqualification and your team becomes spectators (they can just chill around the territories and watch the game). - Surprises are allowed. When I say surprises, I mean that you are allowed to bring in brand new teammates to join your team. The only team that knows this are the ‘Bats’, since they were the ones to come up with this idea, once when they were really really bored. Once this is common knowledge, the other teams are allowed to call in their own surprises. This includes pets. 

SHENANIGANS!!!

(hey, listen. I just want to put this out there. At this point in the post, I will be using some of my ships in these shenanigans. This does not mean that that ship is the default one in this headcannon. For example, I ship birdflash and will write some shenanigans involving them. But if you want to place Linda Park in this and have Wally cheering on his badass wife as she tackles other players to the ground, then you go ahead and do that! I ship batcat, but if you want to write out Bruce successfully distracting Clark while Dick and Jason steal the ‘Supers’ flag, that’s fine! Use whatever ships you want! Have fun with it! However, pedophilic, abusive, and incestuous ships are not welcomed here. Let’s just make that clear.)

Immediately, they had to start a second round. Because a minute into the first one, Bizarro had used his powers to get to the black flag and demand that Jason join forces with him. It resulted in laughing fits and Jason having to sit Bizarro down to explain the rules to him again. -- Dick, guarding the jail: Wally I swear to fucking god you even try to free them, I will not have sex with you for the next month! Wally: What!? Barry, in jail: No! Dick, how could you!? Don’t free us, Wally! Bart, also in jail: Don’t you dare do that to us, Dick! He’s going to stay over at our house and mope and eat all the chocolate and watch romantic movies and his eyes are going to tear up whenever the characters kiss! Wally: What!? I don’t do that! Dick, fully knowing that was the reaction he was going to get and now struggling to hold back laughter: You really do. It’s kind of flattering, actually -- Lois, before the match begins: Hey, Bruce, is Selina not joining us? I was kinda hoping to introduce her to Iris  Bruce, thinking about how Selina is their trump card and is going to join halfway through the game and win it for them: No, she’s busy. Sorry. -- Diana, after learning that Lian Harper successfully entered their territory and stole their flag: How. Queen Hippolyta, close to tears: Her eyes are so big. She reminded me of you when you were that age. She’s going to make a great warrior one day. -- Kara, guarding the flag: Why does it feel so cold? Conner, also guarding the flag: I feel cold, too Kara and Conner: ... Tim, suddenly directly behind them: That flag is mine. Kara and Conner: *scream* -- Jason: Kory!? Kory: Hello, Jason Roy, standing atop a hill with Lian in his arms: Hahaha!! You’ve brought in your surprise, I’ve brought in mine! Behold! The great Koriand’r from the planet Tamaran! Lian: She’s gonna kick your ass! Roy: Whoa! hey, where’d you get that word from!? -- Garth and Donna: *wrestling on the floor and screaming at each other* Dick, close to tears because this is the fifth time this has happened this match: Would you two please stop fighting!? This was meant to be a fun game of capture the flag, not war between atlanteans and amazons!!! -- Arthur Jr., guarding the jail after he captured Bart: You play videogames? Bart: Dude, of course! I’m trying to beat Warriors VS Assassins 5 at the moment, but the levels are really hard this time Arthur Jr., sadly: I can’t play videogames, I live in the water Bart: That sucks Thaddeus, sprinting out of the trees with an unholy shriek: RELEASE BART RIGHT NOW!!! Arthur Jr.: *screams* Bart: THAD NO! -- Oliver: Your kids had a great idea with this, Bats. It’s nice to have something where everyone can just take a break from crime and have fun. Dinah’s having a great time. I think this game might also be bringing Roy and I closer together-  Bruce, to Jason, as Oliver’s still talking: Did you have to capture their flag? Jason, holding Lian in one arm, the other wrapped around Roy’s waist: Yeah. Yeah, I did. -- Wally, having just encountered Dick as he’s trying to capture the black flag: Ooh, what are you gonna do, Officer Grayson? You gonna arrest me? Dick: I am going to murder you Wally: Sounds sexy- ACK *gets tackled to the ground*  -- Barry, attempting to sneak into the Amazon territory: Artemis, spotting him: The Flash is trying to capture our flag! Queen Hippolyta, instantly: GET HIM! Barry, running away from five Amazons who are all on his tail: OH MY GOD WHY DID I EVEN ATTEMPT THIS I AM SO SCARED RIGHT NOW

[shuchu]

imagine saying you're gonna participate in no nut november and the boys get absolutely devastated i think that'd be so funny

bonus if you avoid their advances and leave them all needy and begging for ur attention ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ heavy on shoto since he tweeted he was gonna fail it as soon as it started 😭😭 he would be inconsolable if u said u were gonna participate hes a very needy boy (*'▽'*) -🌸

nsfw, minors dni ; gn!reader

omg- i will literally kiss your brain, all these ideas tskr

i'm sorry if anything doesn't make sense, i'm falling asleep as i type this ＞▽＜

here are some headcanons lovelies, enjoy ♡

ꨄ VOX AKUMA

“alright bet.”

after 2 days, he comes to you pouting, “babe, i can’t. i’m so fucking horny.”

you smirk at him and say, “use your hand then.”

“please baby, i need you.” he whines, “besides, it’s just a silly little challenge the internet came up with, you don’t need to participate in it.”

“i like it when you beg, beg for it a little more and maybe i’ll consider it.” you giggle

vox leans in and starts kissing your neck, his hand rubbing your thigh

“come on darling. please? pretty please?”

eventually you give in and mans was so pent up, he kept you up the whole night

ꨄ MYSTA RIAS

“no way you’re actually gonna not cum for a month.”

you look at him and say, “i’m dead serious mysta. imma do it.”

“but babe...what if i get horny?”

“well, you’re just going to have to use your hand or your tenga egg.” you chuckle

a week goes by and you’re surprised mysta hasn’t come to bother you about being horny until you see him sulking on the couch

you sit beside him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “what’s wrong babe?”

“i haven’t felt your mouth or your hand or your hole around my dick for a week. my hand and tenga egg feels nowhere as good as you.”

you giggle and all of a sudden your breath is knocked out of you when mysta grabs your wrists and pins you down to the couch

mysta kisses you and one of his hand reaches down to rub you through your shorts

you end up letting him have his way with you

mysta would fuck you like an animal in heat because of how pent up he is

ꨄ LUCA KANESHIRO

when you tell luca you’re participating he goes, “oh okay! pog!”

but after a few days he realises it isn’t so pog after all when he sees you swaying those hips while you’re cooking in the kitchen and seeing that ass that he loves so much being shoved in his face when you’re wiping down the kitchen counters

he gets such a raging hard on and he excuses himself to go relieve himself

after you’re done with what you were doing you walk into the bedroom to see luca thrusting his hips into his hand and moaning your name

you sit on the side of the bed and luca looks at you while still jerking himself off, “babe. i- i can’t do it. i need you. i need to feel you. please.”

you rest your hand on his chest and smirk, “keep going.”

he does as you asked and you start rubbing his chest up and down, brushing against his nipples occasionally, making him jolt and his dick twitch

after edging him for a few minutes, you finally lower yourself down onto him

he would tear up from how good it feels to finally have your walls wrapped around him

it isn't long before he cums and he'd ask you if you're good to go one more round because he's so pent up

ꨄ IKE EVELAND

i feel like ike wouldn't really mind tbh so when you tell him he'd go, "oh...okay!"

in my mind, the only scenario would be that ike just feels an overwhelming amount of love for you and the both of you start making out

things heat up after the both of you make out and he would want to make love to you but he would remember that you wanna participate in nnn and he would have to reluctantly cockblock

but i think at that point you'd just say, "screw it." and just continue with what y'all were doing

ꨄ SHU YAMINO

i feel like with shu you'd have to go into this with the intention of teasing him to the point where he can't resist the urge anymore

but let's be real, shu probably wouldn't be the type to beg

if anything, you'd give up on nnn and plead him to fuck you at which he'd smirk and say, "oh? given up already?" (i'm screaming-)

ꨄ SHXTOU

he would visibly deflate when you tell him you're participating in nnn

"but babeeee..." shoto whines and you just giggle walking out of the bedroom

whenever shoto would try to turn you on, praising you and telling you all the things he would do to you if you give up on nnn

you just laugh and say, "good try my love."

he wouldn't stop trying and at this point he's desperate

he flops on the bed and goes, "i feel like i'm dying. we haven't been intimate in a week babe! a week!"

"drama queen much? it's only been a week babe." you giggle at his antics

but of course, eventually you give in and shoto literally lights up

he starts leaving kisses all over your face and down your neck, getting straight to work

[viluvr-archived]

Hello!!! I really loved the outcome of the first ask I sent! If you don't mind me requesting again with the same scenario but with Jamil, Azul, Deuce, Silver, Lilia, and Riddle?? if that's alright with you tho! no pressure :) do take care of yourself! thank you again!!

PUTTING BUTTERFLY CLIPS ON THEIR HAIR! p2 .

Jamil , Azul , Deuce , Silver , Lilia , Riddle .

GN!reader .

( A/n : Hello! I'm assuming this is the butterfly rqs ^^ tagging the person who has the biggest crush on Silver @twstwonderlandstuff 😈 )

Part 1 | Part 2 .

JAMIL !

Looking at the scenario, it's very evident that Jamil doesn't have a lot of time, considering the fact he's taking care of Kalim and supervising him is already a heavy burden to him.

"Jamiiill! Look here!" His head whipped around to see what you were holding, and no matter how busy he was he'd never not pay attention to you.

"Hm? Butterfly clips..? You wanna try 'nother hairstyle babe?" He was sure it was for you until, "Yeah! But... I kinda,, wanna try it on you! Will you PRETTY PLEASE ALLOW ME TO DO SOOO?"

Oh, it was.. for him? Well, let's think about what could happen, the vice house warden of Scarabia wearing such childish hair ornaments? It'd make his, Kalim, and his family, the whole dorm's reputation tarnished! Wait, why's he thinking about that? It's his lover whom he loves dearly, there's no such thing as making them upset.

And with a deep sigh but with a content small smile, he allows them to do so "Well.. go ahead, just be careful with the braids, 'kay?" You squealed excitedly, rushing up to Jamil, kissing his cheek, and hugging him "Aww really!? Thanks, Jamillll! You're the best!" He loves hearing your content happiness and praises, what's a little suffering about looking childish if it made you and him happy?

"Hold on! Don't move, 'm putting the last piece of the clip!!" It was the least to say he fell asleep at the process. "Mmm, ya done?" You hand him a small mirror while nodding.

"Sooo? What d'ya think?" There was a light blush on his cheeks, "Good.. I like it, y/n" "Aw, don't be so sappy babe! Cmon, you look adorbs!" Yeah, he was definitely gonna sigh deeply and tackle you to the ground and tickle you.

AZUL !

He surprisingly agrees quite fast with some little convincing! All he's worried about is of course the Tweels, his intimidating character but then again, he's lucky he has a lover! Why not give them happiness every second, day, minute, and week.

"Tell me if I pull on your hair too much 'kay?" He nods slightly still not used to laying his head on your thighs, he must keep focus! And no embarrassing himself in front of his lover.

"'S ok Azul, you can relax" an airy chuckle came out of your mouth, oh no, was he too obvious! Please, and your laugh? Graceful. He can't embarrass himself anymore!!

"Yes.. of course, I'm relaxed y/n. What makes you think that... that I'm not..?" "Sure Mr. I'm intimidating!" You chuckle quietly at him and then kissed his cheek. Oh no, he was about to explode for sure.

"One more thing Azul.. wait! Don't look yet!" You've manage to add a pearl clip on his long hair strand, oh he looked beautiful with it. The long strand of his hair was bothering him these days, and there's a special clip for it.

He faces the mirror, oh.. he likes how he looked but, wait, do you like how he looks!? Surely you must because.. you did this, right?

"Done! You look cute, Azul. If I knew better, I would've done this way back then."

"Hey, Azuuuull! There's an annoying costum.. er.." Crap, Floyd Leech?! He's definitely gonna... "Jade... Jade, Jade, Jade!!.. Loo!" Before Floyd could finish his sentence he was dragged by Azul into the room

"Floyd! What did I tell you about knocking before you enter?!" "Eh!? But... hey! Why did you pull me here!" Azul sighed deeply. "I'll give you a raise and, a shift off. IF, AND ONLY IF you don't tell anyone this."

Floyd pondered long and hard enough.. he wasn't gonna work as much.. and he even gets a raise!.. yeah, he can definitely keep his mouth shut about this deal and what happened!

"Ya got it Azul!" "Good! Leave, now!" Well, he needs to be more careful next time.

DEUCE !

Deuce was studying when you came up to him, he was studying really hard to pass the mid-terms!

"Hey, Deuce! What ya doin' ?" God, he swears he'd pass out hearing that you say his name even if it's just his name!

"Studying! Yeah... studying.." you chuckle at his nervousness. "Chill! I got you these! Now before you judge it, it'll feel relaxing when I play with your hair" oh, yes! Of course, you were being a good partner, an angel! You're a dream he says in his head.

"So.. may I?" "You may" while putting the hair clips on his hair, slowly stroking his hair, and lightly massaging his scalp, he was about to sleep! No, he can't sleep while you do this and he was studying.

After you finish putting the hair clips on his hair, he actually ended up liking it a lot,, really!

He doesn't wanna take them off! Plus, as far as he remembers there were no rules about having hair clips on.. hed get to enjoy them, and he won't get "off with your head!"

He's glaring at anyone who looks at him with a funny look, and Ace is no exception. No one makes fun of what you do, especially if it's for him.

SILVER !

It doesn't take much for him not to agree, after all, that's his reason to refuse? And he'd also fall asleep while you do so, so it's a win-win situation

"You wanna put those on my hair..? Sure :)" he's stiff as hell, he looks like a rock, is he even breathing? He knows Lilia would tease him for the clips, Sebek would scold him for not being a proper knight, and God knows who'd judge him for it. But he'd be willing to do anything to see you smile and be happy, even if it'd take for him to hear his old man's teasing and Sebeks' loud complaining voice.

Make sure to take pictures when you're done since it's 99% sure that he's still sleeping when you're done. He looks cute!

Everyone was staring at him when he went back to his dorm, he was confused (since he fell asleep, he doesn't remember 50% of what happened) not until.. Lilia came up to him "Oh? Silver you have butterflies on your hair! Did dear y/n put those on you while you were peacefully sleeping?" Lilia laughs at him a bit.

Oh, that's right, you were having fun with him putting those butterfly clips, he thought so. His peace was immediately ruined when Sebek stepped into the room

"You... human! That isn't suitable for a knight in training to serve the young master!" Silver was already sighing deeply while Lilia laughs at the two, "Bye old man, I'm going to y/n.. to sleep" "Hey! You human escaping! Come back here" "No thank you."

LILIA !

He's ecstatic! Sure, sure, are these what youngsters do? Would he look just as cool? Oh, he can't wait to show it to Sebek, Malleus, and Silver!

"Go ahead! Take your time dearie, Diasomnia doesn't have any practices today!" He's hoping his way like a bunny making his way to you.

He moves quite a bit so pull on his hair as a warning, he's an old man, why's he moving so much? Kidding, kidding! He's just really excited to see the outcome that he'd sound like the kid who asks their parents "are we there yet?" Every trip.

"Lilia, Lilia! 'M done! Do you want... oh.." and before you could finish your sentence he took the mirror from you! "Apologies dear! Couldn't help it! It looks so... cool! Was that the word for it? Cater told me it meant like awesome or somethin'.." laughing at his cute but funny antics, you know how excited he is to show it to his not so adopted kids.

"Go ahead Lilia, 's ok. Show your kids the butterfly clips and small braids" he's staring at you with a small smile, "well, I shall thank you for what you have done! I'll see you later, dear!" He left a smooch on your cheek and then disappeared like thin air.

"Hey, hey, look! Check this out!" Malleus was distracted by the butterflies and he thinks the braids were pretty "I want one too..." Lilia could see Malleus poutin' "Hah! Now I'm the one who looks cool! Pretty groovy huh! Wait was groovy the word for it?" That day the dorm was filled with ecstasy.

RIDDLE !

Wellll, with a lot of convincing then he'd agree. Just make sure not to show the pictures to Ace.. or anyone! Wait, what do you mean you're making it your wallpaper? You cant!

"You really wanna.. do this?.." he sounds like he wants you to rethink your decisions, "Yes! Yes, I do! Now, lay down and stay still. Please." He sighs knowing there's nothing he can do to make you back out.

"Oh, Mr. Rosehearts, 'm done! You look so, so, so adorable!" You left a small little peck on his right cheek that made him red.. he isn't angry! He's just.. flustered.

"Yes. I can see that!" He coughs to cover up his flustered state. You hand him the mirror and as he gently took it from you, hey he thinks it's not so bad.. and it matches the dorm's aesthetic.. wait, there's a rose clip?

When he saw the rose clip, it made him a lot redder, (if that's even possible for his state!) He of course being the good, gentleman, the lover he is, thanks his partner for letting him experience.. this kind of thinking

Still, don't let anyone see the pictures you've taken of him! But it's not that he'd be angry at you, so...