#also YES i AM still posting halloween headcanon posts after halloween

[riddlerosehearts]

thinking about floyd and riddle spending their first halloween as a couple together... i think floyd absolutely loves how varied and lively all of the different halloween traditions he's learned about since coming to live on land are, and he wants to try out as many of them as he can each year. so when riddle tells him that his mother always made him stay in his room studying on halloween, and that the only halloween activities he's ever done were those that NRC students were required to participate in, floyd decides that the two of them are just going to have to spend the day doing everything they possibly can. riddle tries to say he's far too busy for such things, but floyd will not let it go and honestly riddle is only half-heartedly protesting anyway because he secretly did always dream of doing the things that other kids got to do on halloween, and maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal to take one day off and spend time with his boyfriend.

so, riddle never got to make jack-o-lanterns? floyd decides to "borrow" about half a dozen of the pumpkins jade and azul had bought for mostro lounge and takes them to riddle's dorm room. riddle is terrible at trying to carve them at first and floyd can't help but laugh at him a little, but since he knows it's not riddle's fault he's never gotten to do this before, he says he'll show him how to do it. unfortunately floyd isn't nearly as good as he thinks he is on account of having lived in the ocean for almost his whole life and now riddle gets to laugh right back at him. they probably both get the hang of it right as they're down to their last two pumpkins.

riddle never got to go trick-or-treating with his childhood friends? floyd texts trey and convinces him to get in touch with chenya as well so that they can all go together. when they approach the first house, in the costumes they had prepared for each of their school's halloween events, riddle starts to get nervous and asks if they aren't all a little too old to be doing this. floyd shoves several huge handfuls of candy from that person's bowl into his and riddle's pumpkin-shaped buckets and tells him it's not like there's any rule that says they can't, and besides, riddle is such a cute little goldfish that he practically looks like a kid in his costume anyway! chenya stifles a laugh while trey has to stop riddle from committing murder that night.

riddle's never gone to a haunted house before? floyd and chenya both think it would be hilarious to make him go to one, so they do. riddle absolutely hates it, but it honestly does make him happy to see everyone else enjoying it--even if floyd and chenya both keep trying to egg him and trey on and get them to go down creepy corridors and check around corners by themselves, and even if floyd keeps running off to different parts of the haunted house and then coming back and hugging or even lifting riddle from behind knowing full well that he'll get freaked out by it.

riddle never got to play the apple bobbing game that's traditional in the queendom of roses? turns out there's a place right by the haunted house where they can go to do it! predictably, floyd is great at it while riddle ends up drenched without getting any apples, but just giving it a try is more fun than riddle expected.

riddle's never gotten to make candy apples before? luckily, trey knows an amazing recipe as well as what combinations of toppings work the best, and he's willing to teach them both! riddle gets very confused at imprecise directions such as being told to use "a few" drops of food coloring on the syrup or to drizzle "a little" white chocolate over it, and keeps asking trey exactly how much he should use. floyd thinks this is adorable. he also thinks it's adorable when riddle tries to scold him for ignoring half of trey's directions and just doing whatever he thinks sounds good.

riddle's never done a horror movie marathon before, or even seen any halloween movies in general? floyd insists that they marathon at least 3 movies together. after the experiences he had at the haunted house, riddle doesn't think he'll enjoy horror movies, but he tries to keep his cool throughout the first one anyway... which does not work out, because he really can't handle jumpscares or excessive gore. during the first movie they watch, floyd (who loves slasher films so much that he laughs and cheers every time the monster gets a kill) is happy to let his goldfishie cuddle up to him and grip onto his arm to keep himself from knocking the popcorn bowl onto the floor, but you know that once it's over riddle is getting teased relentlessly about how scared he was. floyd decides to be nice and put on something tamer for their next two movies, and riddle actually ends up really enjoying coraline and especially beetlejuice.

by the end of the night riddle realizes that they've stayed up way too late at night and a small part of him wants to scold floyd for keeping him up so late, insisting on having him do all of these silly activities and eat all of these terribly unhealthy snacks. another part of him wishes he could scold his mother for keeping him from doing any of these things as a kid, with his friends and the other kids in his hometown, the way you're supposed to do it... and another part of him still is just incredibly happy and grateful to floyd for finally giving him the chance.

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - carving pumpkins with ryan

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pov: it's almost halloween and ryan bought two pumpkins for you and him to carve together and do the best looking pumpkins ever :)

warnings: some swears here and there

type: fluff

member: ryan nguyen (azngami)

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so.. ryan was bored on a sunday afternoon

he was scrolling through his phone to cure his boredoom and saw an instagram post saying "buy pumpkins for halloween" (sorry i didn't had much inspiration for the add caption 💀😭)

ryan smiled and decided to go to the closest supermarket and brought two medium pumpkins for you and him

(More under the cut!)

he's just really creative

while you were doing your own things, ryan came into your room and smiled proudly of his projects that he wanted to do with you

"want to carve pumpkins with me?"

ofc, you said yes <3

and it immediately made him super happy

nguyen would have decorated the apartment with halloween decorations (i know ryan do not own an appartment since he's moving houses to houses with the boys, but let's say he have one with you lol) and spooky stuff around the differents room

i know ryan is a SIMP for christmas, but i also know he kinda like halloween (but not like he do for xmas haha)

ANYWAYS-

he would have put tablecloths or paper journals that you guys don't really use or read on your table to avoid a mess

this man brought even the little knife to do it perfectly

like.. this boy wanted to do this activity with you so bad

"i bet my pumpkins can be cuter than yours"

"lol, you wish"

"ooh y/n have some talk back? mmh i love it"

he smiled while saying that

"if you really think your chances to do an aesthetic and beautiful pumpkins are much higher than mine, then let's do a contest on our ig stories so the stars can vote. the loser have to do the dishes for the rest of the week and have to buy the other, snacks and drinks they want"

ryan love so much the stars

so you would agree to that challenge

and ofc, it would make him super happy

"alright, bet. we have 30 minutes to take all the inside out and we'll have 45 minutes to carve it. i'll put the timer"

"that's a serious challenge.."

"well yeah! if i have to carve pumpkins against my girlfriend, i better take it seriously. i would love to see you doing all the dishes and making me food" he said while laughing

he would definitively (try to) put pumpkin flesh on your face and on your nose

"sorry, it was too tempting"

he would laugh so much and take a lot of pictures

he love taking pictures with you

he love being loved by you <3

he would try his best to make you loose

"oh shit, yours is looking pretty sick.. mind if i add my little spice to it?"

"mind your little spice for later, i don't want to lose!"

"it'll make you win! you know how creative i am, right?"

"right.."

he would def carve something he found on pinterest or in google

' easy and funky carving pumpkins ideas '

" damn, these aren't easy! fuck that shit "

" i thought you were creative.."

"hey you, you know what, shut up, y/n!! mind your pumpkin!" he would say obvs laughing to make you know he's kidding

after that curving, he would be super proud of his pumpkin, but then... he would look at yours and be a bit jealous (just a little bit)

"woah.. y/n, you're really talented! it look fucking good and sick!! i love it!"

he tried his best

like literally

he wanted to win so so bad, but he know how great as an artist you are.. like, you could do whatever you want and it would still look sick and awesome

though, he would still be proud of his, he knew he wouldn't be able to win with your masterpiece

he would post a picture of both of your pumpkin and would add an instagram sticker with the choices (a poll lol) and would pray to win

he love seeing you winning because he can see you smile and can see how excited you are, but he still love winning times to times

after 30 minutes, he would check the results and see how he lost-

listen, he always thought you were a born artist, but he didn't know that his pumpkin was THAT bad looking?

ryan's pumpkin would probably look sick and super good, but you know.. the stars have choosen >:)

he was a bit sad, but at the same time, not really, because your smile when he told you, you won, was so worth it like?? his heart was filled with joy and happiness and excitment? ARGH THIS BOY LOVE YOUR SMILE SO MUCH

"i told you baby that i'll win"

he smirked

"yeah, yeah.. i guess, you're the real artist between us"

"don't say that, ry'! maybe you weren't born an artist but you're still good at dancing, at singing, at videos games.. ok, maybe not at smash, but still.."

"thank you baby.. HEY DID YOU SAY I WAS BAD AT SMASH?!"

"maybe, i did"

"alright, bet, you'll regret that, i'll beat your ass like i do every time when we play. you're going to be beat very easily"

then it turned into a videos games contest and let's say that even if you were trying your hardest, you lost.. sorry, not sorry

[golden--doodler]

Hi yes hello pls talk about your Linda is deaf AU. 👀 I am v v curious.

Awwwwww! You wanna know about my AU?? 🥺🥺🥺

*Cracks knuckles* Time for me to yell about an AU literally no one asked for (I don't how I even got this super random idea in the first place, it just kind of happened).

But anyway, the gist is that everything's the same, except Linda was born with some sort of ear condition that's affected her hearing ever since she was born. For quite a few years, her hearing was still passable, and she could get by--especially in her younger years, her hearing was actually almost on par with a normal person's. But by the time she turned around 17, her hearing got significantly worse, and she became deaf.

She began wearing hearing aids, but hearing aids aren't perfect and can be quite uncomfortable. She's mainly relied on sign language and visual cues to get by, but because she's heard sounds before, she still talks quite a bit. Maybe not as much as in canon, but she's still the Linda we all know and love. She just can't hear.

Gloria refuses to believe that Linda has anything wrong with her hearing, for some reason. Gayle is actually quite kind about Linda's disability and has done her best to accommodate. She's still Gayle and is pretty terrible at sign language, but it's the thought that counts! And it leads to Linda getting super excited every time Gayle says anything correctly in sign language. Gayle even accompanied Linda to get hearing aids for the first time and helped pay for them, because Gloria is awful. Al just doesn't really know what's going on.

Bob is an even better partner than he is in canon. Yes, I didn't think that was possible, either, but it's true. When he and Linda met for the first time, Linda didn't reveal she was deaf at first, because she was afraid of what he would think. Hugo was actually accommodating, but he still made her feel strange about her disability. Like, he would make little comments that he didn't intend to be microaggressions but still felt like them. Bob eventually found out, though, and when he did, his immediate reaction was to try to learn as much sign language as he could to communicate with her in a way that was easier for her. And after years upon years of practice, he's basically become fluent and is really good at sign language. He found something besides cooking that he's proficient in! :D So of course he likes to brag about that.

Some of my other favorite tidbits are (you can find all of my headcanons in this old post: https://www.tumblr.com/golden--doodler/711107535901540352/bobs-burgers-au?source=share&ref=_tumblr):

--As mentioned before, Gene doesn't really know sign language, and basically never uses it. However, he does know one phrase: "More cookie, please" (this was just taken directly from the Hawkeye show but it's very fitting for Gene). He still uses this one phrase from time to time once the occasion calls for it. Linda finds it very endearing.

----Linda learned how to sign the entirety of I Love U So Much (It's Scary) by Boyz 4 Now. during the events of The Hauntening in Season 6, to get into the Halloween spirit. Tina immediately insisted Linda teach her how. Louise also eventually admitted she wanted to learn, especially because she was in a good mood after the family put in so much effort to scare her on Halloween for the first time. In fact, everyone was kind of impressed she was able to learn how to sign the entire song. Of course, when Linda began teaching them, Louise still vehemently denied her celebrity crush on Boo Boo.

----It's revealed in the Season 11 Episode The Terminalator II: Terminals of Endearment that Linda's dad, Al, uses hearing aids like Linda, but he just has them because he's old. In the episode, I imagine Bob making a comment about how being around Al made him appreciate Linda even more because he insists Al is somehow way more difficult to deal with when it comes to his hearing loss than she ever was.

--During the events of the song "Bad Things are Bad" in Wharf Horse (Or How Bob Saves/Destroys the Town) Part 2 at the end of Season 4, Tammy, Zeke, Jimmy Jr., Rudy, plus all the other kids who're talking to Linda, Gene, and Louise hold up signs while they're talking with the words they're saying written on them (such as "maybe you'll find him inside of this vase"). This is because Tina and Louise are the only ones there who even mildly know sign language (besides Linda, of course), so they wanted to make sure Linda understood what they were talking about, especially with how dire the situation was. She did appreciate the gesture.

--This doesn't have to do with the actual AU, but if you want to see a bit of the inspiration I got for this AU, definitely check out the deaf, Queer YouTuber Jessica Kellgren-Fozard, because she's amazing and deserves all the love. Her channel might be where I do some of my research for this AU: https://youtu.be/u3rrCpYTgv8?si=INgUB5oaubC8qZQ6

--During the episode in which Bob and Linda have their "snoring contest" (I think it's Season 8, Episode 12), Bob wonders if Linda is even able to hear their snoring, especially because she has to take her hearing aids out to sleep. She commented that while she mostly can't, she can actually hear it faintly, because of how loud it is. She also can very much feel the vibrations of his snoring specifically, which she says is very comforting for her. He didn't expect to find that so touching, but he does.

--Felix Fischoeder doesn't know sign language but pretended he did when he learned that Linda's deaf, to everyone's annoyance.

--Mr. Fischoeder just casually knows sign language, and was very casual about Linda being deaf (he was just like "oh, cool, that makes sense, you're not getting discounted on the rent though") and is actually quite enthusiastic about using sign language in front of Linda, because he's just like that, it's honestly a little sweet (though he's strangely averse to explaining the reasons why. Maybe he learned for illegal reasons somehow...).

--Teddy knows some sign language! He's definitely not fluent, but he does know an impressive amount for some reason I haven't come up with yet, and loves to show off his skills for Linda. Occasionally, Linda will actually catch Teddy and Bob having a conversation or two in sign language, even when they think she's not around. She finds it hilarious, and also surprisingly sweet.

--Speaking of her voice, she's practiced endlessly to have her voice be as clear as a deaf person's can be (because she knows how much easier it is to understand people when their voice is clear, she wants to make sure hers is clear for others), so she still sounds pretty similar to how she does in the show, with her even retaining her New Jersey accent. Everyone, or at least most people, has definitely noticed how clear and usually easy to understand the tone of her voice is. This was definitely helped by the fact she used to be able to hear in her youth.

And of course, last (not certainly not least) I have to once again share this lovely Commission surrounding this AU that @drawthethingdoppelganger made for me all the way back in March that I still treasure to this day. It takes place during Something Old, Something New, Something Bob Caters For You, and when the wind blocks out what the priest officiating Connor and Farrah's wedding is saying, their exchange for this piece goes something like this:

"Hey! At least I'm not the only one who can't hear this, right? Ironic, isn't it?"

*Chuckles* "Stop making me laugh when I'm so stressed, Lin."

(Oh, and also, Bob's doing the sign for "Yes" with his hand! :D)

[maximotts]

am I allowed to ask for private hire!Natasha for the NSFW thing?

I wasn't gonna post this until I came back from my hiatus, but I don't know when that'll be and I wanted to try and be nice for Halloween because it's my favorite holiday. So... enjoy PH!WandaNat headcanons, I hope y'all are doing well 🎃

NSFW Alphabet: Private Hire!WandaNat

For Natasha, it depends on the type of sex you had and her mood. If it was just a quickie type thing, she's more than okay with giving you a slap on the ass and maybe a forehead kiss if you pout enough. 

For Natasha, it depends on the type of sex you had and her mood. If it was just a quickie type thing, she's more than okay with giving you a slap on the ass and maybe a forehead kiss if you pout enough. 

If she's been really rough with you, she'll get you into the shower and make sure you're nice and relaxed before letting you lay down, then she'll give you a once over. It might look like Natasha doesn't care tons, but her care comes from watching and taking in information silently. If something's wrong, she'll likely work to make you better before you even realize you feel off.

Wanda on the other hand... it's rare not to hear a "How are you, little dove?" after even the briefest of encounters. She's always snuggling you; if it's her office, she'll hold you on her lap for as long as you need; if you're at home, it's the same in that she's still keeping you close, but if you fall asleep and she's not tired, Wanda will go tuck you in. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Natasha likes her hips, especially when she can catch you staring at them while she walks across the room. Her favorite of yours… any time she tells you, you blush and tell her to stop, but she loves your pussy and how responsive it is, how eager you always are to rub it against her thigh when you’re bored or horny. How’s she supposed to choose anything else?

Wanda can never choose her favorite body part of yours; she’s always switching between your lips and your arms. She wasn’t a big casual hugger until she met you and you grew comfortable with her, now you give her hugs whenever you think she could use one and your arms around her make her feel so very loved. Her own favorite, Wanda’s partial to her breasts. She’ll show them off in outfits or lingerie any chance she gets.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Both of them are big fans of cum play, Wanda will fuck you and make you clean off her fingers just so that when she kisses you, she can taste all of you. She also can’t deny how hot it is to see her cum all over your face once she’s finished riding it.

I’ll mention it later down in the Kink section, but Natasha’s favorite toy is her cum strap. Yes, she loves filling you with it, but she’ll paint your stomach too just to see you all sticky. If Wanda’s there, she’ll often want to see Wanda lick it all off of you too, before starting all over again and letting her wife have her turn.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Honestly, it’s hard to think of one. Wanda’s mommy kink was a secret for a while until she let it slip one night, but mostly if she’s into something she’ll say so. Natasha is a bundle of secrets. Not because she’s shy, but she hasn’t figured out how to approach the subject yet. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

They’re both pretty experienced; Natasha helped Wanda a lot with sex because she hadn’t had much time to figure it out before they met. It’s one of the reasons Wanda trusts Nat so much; with all they’ve been through, Nat’s never truly hurt her or made fun of anything she found out she was into while they were experimenting together. 

With you, they know you’re experienced enough to know what you’re doing, but they’re aware they can be a little…intense. They know how to reign themselves in enough that you’re never too overwhelmed or out of your depths.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Oooo.. Nat loves fucking you from behind. At first she couldn’t figure out why, but then one night while she had you screaming into your pillow, she cracked it. There’s something about having you on your hands and knees only to watch you crumble until you’re struggling to yourself up on your elbows and then eventually, finally, getting you prone, hips just barely moving to fuck yourself on her strap… yeah, she adores that. Then, selfishly, Nat enjoys getting to pull you back into her whenever you try to crawl away before she’s done with you.

Wanda prefers having you on her lap. She wants you as close as possible so she can watch every flutter of your eyes, hear each gasp as she pushes her fingers deeper… Additionally, for this position, you tend to cling to her the more desperate you get and as much as she complains about you wrinkling her suits, she really doesn’t mind at all. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Maybe not serious, but.. Focused? That’s not to say they won’t have fun with you though. Sometimes they play games to see who can make you cum fastest or Natasha will let you help her fuck Wanda, whether that be helping her tease her or making you obey her instead of Wanda just to watch her wife get all growly and grumpy.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Natasha is more trimmed than anything, neat but not completely shaved. And no, whenever she dyes her hair, she doesn’t change down there as well. She just keeps it the natural red no matter what.

Wanda though, she waxes routinely and keeps everything short and tidy. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Natasha is the most intimate when she’s only with Wanda, she can really let her guard down then, but even that took a lot of time. When it comes to you, well, she’s trying. She’s better at letting you in with activities outside of the bedroom like sharing some of her favorite things, joking around with you, etc. 

At first Wanda wasn’t truly intimate with you, avoided it even once she realized she had feelings, but she could see after a while that you needed that intimacy to feel wanted and secure so she started letting soft moments slip through. During sex, Wanda started touching you with more reverence instead of just ownership, giving you slow kisses and sweet words. She always provided aftercare, no question, but once Wanda decided to let you in, she’d lay down with you longer, let you snuggle with her even when she had work to do. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) 

Natasha tends to be straight to the point about it. It’s rare she edges herself unless someone makes her. And that person is always Wanda, no one else can make her wait. Usually Nat calls Wanda whenever she gets off because phone sex is too hot to pass up, but sometimes Wanda forces her to take her time, “You called me, now do what I say or when you get home, I’ll make sure I’m not. No welcome home sex for poor little Natasha.”

Wanda never has to be convinced into drawing out her orgasms. If she has the time, she’ll use her toys to work herself up over and over, some days she’ll make herself cum multiple times and others she’ll wait. When she waits, it’s usually because she knows you or Natasha are on your way home and she wants to give you a nice surprise.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Would it be too obvious to talk about Wanda’s mommy kink? Call her that and you’ve instantly got her attention; she’s not going to instantly give you whatever you want, but she’ll hold you, attend to you, be so sweet to you even while she’s edging you over and over again and of course, wipe your tears as you cry. Something about that title makes Wanda feel not only in control, but needed. And she really needs you to need her.

I could mention Natasha’s daddy kink, but it kinda goes hand in hand with the fact she has a breeding kink and is completely unashamed about it. The moment she got her hands on a cum strap, it was all over. She’ll fuck you with it however you want, hard, soft, fast, or slow, as long as you’re good and let her fill you until you’re dripping. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Oooh.. Natasha loves pushing you against windows. Not only are you trapped, but you’re visible which she knows turns you on even if you won’t admit it. As an added bonus, she gets to watch you fog up the glass as you start to pant, your legs shake as you try to hold yourself up; all of it, she liked a lot more than expected. 

Wanda likes to have you in bed because she gets you all to herself, no distractions or interruptions. Also, she can’t get over how gorgeous you look sprawled in her bed, fucked out and grapsing at the sheets.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

A great many things could get them going, but uh.. specifically, Wanda gets turned on when Natasha goes all protective over her. She never cowers in fear or hides behind her wife, no, she can protect herself and would never show weakness like that. But seeing her threaten or actually cause violence on her behalf? Yeah, Natasha’s getting fucked good after. It turns Nat on too, seeing that passion in Wanda’s eyes that’s only for her.

In general for Nat though, she loves watching her partners submit. Sometimes you try to brush her off if you’re busy or feeling brattier, but the more fight you put up, it’s just all that much sweeter when she finally gets you to give in to her. And you always do.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

(Everyone thank Nay @didujustcallmedumb for this one because I was struggling) 

They’d never let someone else join in. Before you came along, they were very monogamous, more out of possession than anything else. They’ve had threesomes of course, but really they only really wanted one another. Neither of them expected to like you as much as they did, much less love you, but now they fight for your attention all the same and god do they get in some fights over you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Nat loves giving more than receiving and she’s damn good at it too, her mouth on you is the best you could ask for. She’ll stay between your legs until you’re begging for her strap or punching her away because you’re too sensitive to last one more second. However, Natasha will never say no to her wife’s mouth devouring her.

When Wanda goes down on her partner, she’s going to be absolutely insatiable about it. The messier the better; she wants to see how wet she can make them, loves feeling it drip down her chin, holding your legs to keep you in place, all of it. She does end up on the receiving end most times with Natasha, and with you, she’ll eat you out happily— but you have to beg for the chance to do the same for her.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Wanda’s the slow one, wants to savor every second of working you higher and higher until you’re so far gone all you can say is “yes, mommy” and be her good, pliant girl.

For Natasha it’s almost a race to see how fast she can get you dumb and brainless. She’ll get you there and keep you that way, crying and begging while she makes you stay right at the brink for as long as you can take it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Natasha is one for quickies more so than Wanda. It’s easy enough for Nat to just take her edge off by grabbing you from what you’re doing, forcing you to her knees, smothering you with her thighs, etc. 

Wanda doesn’t mind quickies, but again, she loves taking her time with you. Even if it’s in her office or the car, she’ll lock her door and warn everyone to leave the two of you alone or tell the driver to drive around until she’s ready to go home. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Those bitches are into some really risky sex. Choking is easy for them; they love knife play and if they’re feeling particularly intense, they’ll use a gun (only because they’re in reality, very safe about it). 

While they both take risks, nine out of ten times, Natasha is the one bringing up something new to experiment with— you cave into her faster than Wanda does, she’ll protest up a storm if she thinks it won’t be fun. Of course, if you say yes, Wanda ends up being there because she just has to make sure her wife is playing nicely with her toy. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Both of them are more than capable of going all night. For Wanda, she needs to be paced out more and she’ll protest after three or four rounds, but Natasha can convince her easily enough. She cums a lot faster than Nat, if you touch the right places or know just what to say which we’ve seen in fics before.. 

Natasha keeps that information under wraps though; she likes being the only one who can make Wanda collapse after just a few minutes. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Combined, they own enough to have a custom mini closet in their house to keep them all in order. Some of them, like vibrators and such, get kept in their respective nighttime drawers for easy access. Natasha prefers to use them on a partner instead of herself, but she will if she’s away on business or if it’s a toy like a strap on with an insert or a vibration. 

Wanda enjoys both ways just the same. She loves her own pleasure just as much as her partner’s and really she just thinks you’re oh so adorable trying not to squirm while she controls your vibrator from across the room.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh please, Wanda?! World’s Biggest tease, she should get it on a mug. She will taunt and poke and antagonize you and Natasha all day if she can. Sometimes it’s as simple as playing with the hairs on the base of your neck while she pulls you into a good morning kiss, lingering long enough to nibble your lip before going to get her coffee. 

Natasha though, not a tease. She’ll tell you what she wants, exactly how she wants it. Or she’ll just take it. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Neither of them are super loud, but they’re completely unashamed in making whatever noises they want. Wanda tends to be the loudest, only when you or Nat are fucking her. Otherwise she prefers to whisper in your ear and taunt you, even if she’s making you stay quiet.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Wanda is a cuddler, Natasha is.. not. It surprised Nat at first given Wanda's rough upbringing that she'd be so willing to cling, but the softer of our two mob wives thrives on physical touch.

She'll get irritable if you or Natasha aren't within some kind of reach during sex; your hands, legs, even just your hair to tug as you go down on her- she needs her loves close, safe and sound.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

When Natasha is hanging around the house/feeling mischievous sometimes she wears her strap just to pull you or Wanda into her lap and wait until you can feel it. She may not really do anything about it, she just loves seeing the reactions on her girls’ faces when they find what she’s got under her trousers. 

Wanda only gives up what's in her pants once she lets you see for yourself. She mostly wears lacy underwear for two reasons, the first being they don’t give off lines under her outfit which, yes, she does care about. But the second, more fun reason: Wanda also loves seeing your reactions after you get her pants off. You whimper, Natasha groans, the two of you look at her like she’s the most prized possession in the world and it makes her feel infallible. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

200/10, both of them are pretty much always down for sex. Wanda has a lot more restraint and will wait until the perfect moment to get exactly what she wants out of sex which often results in agony for Natasha because she knows what Wanda is after, but if she doesn’t have the time to give it to her, she’s going to have to suffer and wait.

Conversely, Natasha is terribly impulsive when horny and if she gets impatient enough, she’ll grab you or Wanda, or both if you’re available, and fuck you until she’s sated (hint: it takes a while)

Z = ZZZ ( how quickly they fall asleep after sex)

They always fall asleep in order: you, Wanda, and then Natasha. Wanda won’t rest until she knows you’re safe and sound all curled up with you and Nat, but once you are, Nat’s making sure her wife is settled. It doesn’t usually take long, Wanda gets sleepy when she sees you sleeping— then Nat passes out right after.

[lolliesinthewind]

the man in the corner

michael myers x muscular!black fem reader|

Content Warnings: unprotected sex, dub-con, fingering, size kink, mild exhibitionism, michael ‘stinky white man’ myers, references to alcohol

a/n: this is an au where michael myers didn’t kill his family and he’s based on a headcanon i have but still the same, also rob zombie michael myers cause big stinky man = hot, its posted on my acc

word count: 2.7k

for the halloween spirit

have fun trick or treating 🐺

first person pov:

fuck

“i don’t wanna get up,” i mumbled as soon as i cracked my eyes open, ‘but you have to,’ the reasonable part of my psyche said.

rolling my eyes i sat up and huffed in the cold air of my house before fighting the air. sliding off my bed i slipped on my fur crocs and walked to the bathroom to get ready for the gym and to pee.

after doing my business i went through my drawers and found a set i liked.

putting my clothes on i grabbed my phone, headphones, and my premade gym bag before going to the kitchen so i can get my water bottle i refilled the night before. with my keys in hand, i drove to the local gym in Haddonfield which is surprising since it's such a small town.

walking in the brightly lit gym i noticed that the usual worker wasn’t there, but i shrugged it off and looked around. i saw a man in the corner lifting some weights and three people on the cardio machines. feeling okay with the number of people i began my workout routine.

(40 minutes later)

almost done with my routine, i slugged to the weight section and saw the same man from there earlier the closer i got to the louder the music coming from his headphones, which sounded to be metal music. tapping him on his broad shoulder only then i realized how big he was when his pale paw of a hand grabbed mine completely covering it.

he turned and looked at me through his thick dark hair which went down his back. i tapped my ear to signal him, letting go of my hand, and he slid his headphones down to his neck.

“hey i don’t know you, but i was wondering if you could spot me while i lift?” i asked, pointing at the machine. he said nothing besides looking at me up and down, slowly dragging his eyes over my body before staring into my eyes with his cold dark one which sent a shiver down my spine.

standing there hesitantly, i was about to walk away when he stood up. he was taller than a motherfucker maybe 6’7, 6’8? now i am the one looking him up and down. he had on gray sweatpants, with black forces on his huge feet, a white tank top that stretched tightly over very prominent pecs, and a gigantic black zip-up hoodie over him. there were small details i peeked at like the dark hair on his chest and the silver chain around his neck.

the musk that came from him was strong it didn’t stink it was just there i can’t pinpoint what it smells like though.

finally looking at his face, i could kinda see that his lips were thin and chapped, he had stubble, and what seemed to be a scar over one of his eyes. gulping i asked yes or no and again he said nothing but he did walk over to the machine which i took as a yes.

sitting down i took off my jacket i had on earlier due to the fall weather. laying down i gripped the bar i closed my eyes and began to bench press. i was about 4 reps in when i felt something hit my head and i snapped my eyes open to see that the man had an erection that was hitting my forehead.

shocked i lost my grip and the bar was about to hit me when he grabbed it with one hand and set it back up. sliding from under it i sat up and gave a hesitant smile as i stood up. with small steps, i backed up and hurriedly grabbed my bag which already had everything in it.

“you know my arms are tired and shit, so ima get going ok? bye.” i said quickly, turning around and walking into the women's locker room. leaning against the door i took deep breaths to calm myself from the startling experience that just happened.

after i calmed myself down i walked to the sinks and began washing my hands, looking at the water going down the drain. i suddenly remembered.

“fuck i left my jacket out there.” i mumbled as i dried my hands with a paper towel. throwing it away i looked at myself in the brightly lit mirror. my brown skin glowing in the light, i turned and flexed my arms taking note of my incoming muscles, ‘damn i look good as fuck.’ i thought in my head as i continued to eye fuck my body in the mirror.

and with another deep breath, i walked out and into the gym area. looking around like i did the first time but no one was there at all, i was glad but a little scared i damn near sprinted to the bench machine looking for my jacket which i couldn’t find. standing straight up i leaned my head back and groaned.

“you know what fuck it i’m leaving, fuck the jacket, fuck the weather, and fuck that creepy ass nigga.” i said slugging my bag over as i quickly walked out of the building.

third person pov:

with hawk-like eyes, michael watched as the woman fast walked out of the gym looking around her, not noticing him as she got to her car door. his steps damn near unnoticeable he walked up right behind her and just stood there as she looked for her keys. clocking his head to the side.

hearing a crack right behind her the brown-skinned woman froze and with slow movements, she turned her head. now noticing the big man behind she screamed but it was soon cut off as he covered her mouth with his hand that covered the entirety of the bottom half of her face.

and with one hand he dragged her to a secluded alley as she kicked and slashed at his arm along the way. turning around he slammed her against the brick wall pain radiating from her back she whimpered looking up at him. he just stared down at her, his arm covering her biceps tightly.

"please don’t hurt me. i have money in my bag, i don’t even know what you look like a matter of fact i don’t know you at all. so just let me please." the woman pleaded, her voice wobbling towards the end. her eyes begging for him to let her go as they filled with tears. yelping as he yanked her gym shirt and bra over her chest in one move, the cold fall air giving her goosebumps and peaked dark nipples.

lifting her up till her tits were in michael’s face. the woman wrapped her legs around him, her back still on the wall. his cold rough hand grabbing her tit while his thumb rolled her sensitive nipple and his other hand holding her up.leaning in he began sucking on her. the woman gasped loudly a little dizzy at how fast things changed, not even comprehending how she got in this position.

very scared as to how he could lift her with one arm the muscular woman sat still letting him continue to not anger him but she could not control the noises that came out of her. out of her control, her back arched when he bit her nipple and pulled the other one simultaneously.

unknowingly she began rolling her hips but feeling her rolling her hips he pulled away from her ample chest and untangled her legs off his chest. setting the woman on her feet michael turned her towards

the wall, he bent her over and stepped to the side. the brown-skinned woman placed her hands on the wall in front of her, scared out of her mind the woman trembled as he pulled her gym bottoms down her legs.

instead of a hard cock she felt wet fingers rubbing her pussy up and down, finding her clit instantly, making her whimper loudly. halting his movements, michael began to rub her clit harshly making her hiss forcing her to grab his wrist.

"gentle please," she whispered, looking at him and seeing his dark eyes return her gaze. unable to look away she just looked at him as he pleased her. rubbing her clit more gently than last time. michael was not satisfied with her loud moans and her pushing her hips against him almost instinctively.

he wanted to hear her voice become high-pitched like the girls in the video, so he slid two fingers into her pussy, or tried to because his fingers were too large for her pussy. with a tight grip on his wrist she guided his fingers in her, breathing heavily when he was finally in her. letting go of his wrist, the woman faced the wall as michael pumped his thick, rough fingers in and out of her at a fast pace not letting her adjust to him.

loud moans filled the secluded alleyway, twisting his fingers and pumping them into her, wanting to find the spot that could give him what he wanted from her. he was frustrated as he couldn’t find it michael thrust harder into her, concentrating on her sounds with his eyes closed. a high-pitched whine came from the woman's pink and brown-glossed lips making him snap his eyes open.

‘yes’ they thought at the same time.

"oh my god, fuckfuckfuckfuc-" she whined, squeezing her eyes closed as he went harder in that special spot in her. satisfaction ran through his large pale body hearing high-pitched whines coming from the muscular black woman.

‘more’ he thought, moving his free hand to spread her open for him to see as his fingers went into her. the contrast between her soft brown skin and his scarred pale skin made his erection throb in his gray sweatpants, and he couldn’t even pay attention to anything else, not even the soft sob that left the woman below him.

"fuck, i’m gonna cum." she sobbed softly, pushing her hips back at him as she came on his fingers. snapping back to reality he pulled his fingers out of her, a thick line of her cum connecting them. spreading his fingers and looking at the milky cum. he stuck them in his mouth, almost groaning at the taste of her. he wanted more, but that would be for another time. right now he wanted to be inside of her.

moving back behind her, michael gripped her hips and began to hump on her, letting her cum stain the front of his pants. the woman couldn’t keep herself up with weak knees and nearly fell. fortunately, michael picked her back up and had an idea.

stepping back, he pulled her back to his chest and leaned down with one hand, scooping her thick legs into his large arm with her gasping at the action as she lays her head on his bulky shoulder. widening his stance and with his free hand he pulled his cock out. the heavy thing in his hand was sure to break the small brown woman in his arm, and he knew it but didn't care. it was a hefty thing, long and wide as a bottle of Ciroc, with a fat red mushroom tip that was leaking precum.

as she breathed heavily into his arm that was pressed against her onto his chest, the woman was oblivious to the monstrous thing going on inside her. the cold air that was hitting her clit was soon covered by his warm cock, rubbing his tip along her pussy. sucking in the air she felt his tip finally hit her hole, she waited for him to move inside of her but when he didn’t, she looked up at him through his greasy dark locks to see him staring back at her.

"why aren’t you mov-" her words were cut off by her screaming as she felt michael bully his cock into her barely prepped pussy. the tears that filled her pretty eyes fell as her face changed expressions, landing on furrowed eyebrows, a wide open mouth and eyes as quick huffs of air left her mouth. it was hard for her to breathe. she couldn’t take him at all with his fat tip pressed right up against her cervix like it wanted to be in her womb. the way he was in her was so disrespectful.

heaving at every intake of air the brown-skinned woman looked down at herself but she couldn't, not with his massive arm blocking her blurred vision. using her hand, she shoved one down her body stopping when she felt a bulge coming from her stomach which made her sob louder.

"take it out please, its too big, oh my god," she begged her voice choking up. he stood there as she slapped arms, relishing the fact that she couldn't take his cock. not waiting for her to get used to his size, he hunched over and pressed his free on the wall just as she had done before and began to ram his cock into her fully. as if grabbing her jumbled thoughts she suddenly remembered that they were in public and she could be seen by anyone, so she covered her mouth with drool filling her hand instantly.

to anyone who decided to walk into that solitary alleyway, all they would’ve seen was a huge man hunching on a wall and supposedly masturbating because of the sound of skin slapping together and the loud squelching of the woman's pussy. the sounds of her pussy were embarrassing her but she couldn’t help being overwhelmed with pleasure at every thrust.

"fuck. shit. why are you so good at this." she moaned moving her drool-covered hand from her face to hold michael’s wrist that was on the wall. finally accepting the pleasure that he was giving her by whimpering small yes’s that climbed from her throat and into the autumn air. she didn’t know how she could do this with how thick he was but she clenched around him.

this action made him groan deeply and thrust harder into the woman he held below him. after hearing his groan, she finally realized that he hadn’t made any noises before then and his breathing is relatively normal, unlike her heavy breathing and moans that seemed to bounce off the walls around them.

at that same time, she felt another orgasm creeping on her and not holding herself back, she came with a breathless moan for the first time ever. she squirted, but she didn’t know that. michael did though and it made him cum hard, his fast thrust getting slower and sloppier, almost slipping out of her unbearably tight pussy, and finally, he stilled filling her up even more with his cum. some spilled around his softening cock before he pulled.

as he pulled out he dropped her legs. her feet finally touching the ground, she nearly fell due to weak legs, catching herself on the brick wall in front of them. leaning upon it the woman looked at him, taking note of his slow breathing, that he tucked himself back into his sweats, and expressionless face. it was unnerving, but nonetheless, she stood up and got herself together.

now decent she shivered realizing she still didn’t have her jacket from earlier. tired she was about to walk away when out of nowhere michael set his warm jacket on her shoulders before turning and walking out of the alleyway, leaving the girl he just fucked exhausted with a confused expression on her face.

watching him walk away she soon followed him after looking around when she got to the parking lot. seeing her keys and gym bag now on the hood of her car. she quickly grabbed her stuff and got in her car. gripping the wheel as she sat down, his cum dripping out of her and onto her soaked panties.

"what the fucked just happened?"

[tickledpink31]

Blinding Light, Scorching Pyre

Based on the theories of Rollo being transferred to NRC and staying in Ramshackle (or in this case, Mugglesworth):

Why yes, I am posting character redemption arc ideas for Rollo one hour after posting my video of him being a pyromaniac.

I'm going to pretend that this event happens post-chapter 6 and not on Halloween for continuation reasons. Rollo transferring will also likely not happen, but it's fun to think about.

Minako was apprehensive about how the Dark Mirror shoved Rollo into her dorm, but she sucks it up and does her best to accommodate him. She has an inkling that Crowley will badger her into being a good dorm leader for her new student.

The students of NRC and the Nezumi family are outraged about this. Not only did their would-be murderer show up, he's lodging with their precious prefect?! Anything but that! Either get him out of their school or put him in another dorm.

Kento Nezumi was chaperoning with Trein during their excursion. He and Minako were under the assumption that Rollo had a crush on Malleus at the time. Unfortunately, he accidentally overheard that Rollo was not, in fact, crushing on Malleus but on his sister. (He's still throwing up about it.) After warning the rest of the family about this, they're all on guard and refuse to let Minako and Grim be alone at Mugglesworth. (For some external reason, they're not allowed to stay at Minako's dorm for too long. Maybe it's because they're not students of NRC.)

Brave souls, such as Riddle Rosehearts, offers to have Rollo transferred to his dorm. He may hate him with a burning passion, but at least there are more witnesses and robust students if Rollo tries anything like that flower incident at the symposium again. Minako is just one girl with a cat companion. The three ghosts can't do much to ward off Rollo either. Sure she can hold her own at times, but she has a curse that makes her frail. Rollo would end up baring witness as to why he hates magic so much.

This plot could diverge into a few ways, and I'm itching for Rollo character development:

Idea # 1

Because of Rollo's hatred of magic, Minako decides that perhaps the wizard life isn't for him. Through her dimension-travelling mirror, she takes him to her old neighbourhood Muggle London on her scooter to meet her Squib neighbour.

The old Squib is just the sweetest old lady alive, your typical grandma. She gives them tea and biscuits made with love. Rollo doesn't know when was the last time he felt this relaxed or indulged in anything or even slept peacefully. He could cry.

Idea # 2

My more fleshed out idea.

Perhaps living in Muggle London doesn't work out. A new dimension was something that Rollo could hardly fathom, so he's stuck in NRC in the meantime.

It takes a week or so for Minako and Rollo to even have a proper conversation since they became dorm mates. There is still a lingering infatuation that Rollo has for his dorm leader, but he keeps his feelings internal because he knows that he will never get the approval to court Minako from her family, and he realizes that she's no different from the other mages he's come across. He's hesitant to form a connection with her in any way.

Rollo tries to hate Minako, but fails. In spite of how cautious she is, she's actually willing to give him a chance compared to everyone else at this school.

Slowly but surely, they get used to each other's presence. Like Levi Ackerman lol, Rollo is a clean freak, which Minako appreciates, but he's a terrible cook. They both have green thumbs and the Mugglesworth garden is even more luscious and blooming with vegetables and flowers.

Rollo gets a front row seat to Minako's strange quirks, habits, and the chaos she brings, especially when it comes to taming scary magical beasts. Strangely enough those things don't detract his feelings for her, and he even develops a weakness to Minako's cuteness.

Based on a fan art I saw on Twitter, I headcanon that Rollo suffers from chronic nightmares similarly to Minako. Minako shares a few methods like her sleepy-time tea and writing in a dream journal. She offers her Patronus once, but Rollo refused. Maybe someday, he'll be okay with the Patronus.

Maybe this is just wishful thinking, but the Nezumi family curse probably pushes Rollo to consider dabbling in magic again to try and find a cure for it. Maybe. He's hesitant about it though and still considers using the flowers again so that Minako no longer burdened by her curse, but that plan gets shot down quickly when he learns that simply removing her magic cannot fix her condition. (Boy is going to stumble as he learns and grows).

I don't watch Demon Slayer aside from a few short out of context clips, but I feel like their dynamic would be similar to Lady Tamayo (Minako) and Yushiro's (Rollo) dynamic. Basically, Rollo becomes Sebek 2.0—although more stoic, he's still as much of a nuisance and a simp (I'm sorry Sebek. I love you, I swear).

Rollo is less expressive about his crush, but boy does he get defensive about Minako. The one time NRC is on his side is when he's telling Crowley off for dumping his responsibilities on his dorm leader. He and Grim almost always the first to aid her (rip Ace and Deuce) because they're familiar with her curse trigger patterns.

They almost act like a domestic couple raising a cat together, and it pisses everyone else off, Malleus and Adeuce duo especially. Minako is, as usual, oblivious to the kind of relationship they have now. Rollo–1, NRC–0.

[thegirlfromhawkins]

Celebrating Halloween/Samhain w/ Eddie (gn! reader)

(yes i had to use this photo)

Obviously, I have to post something special for spooky season. I am a Halloween whore after all as well as a witch hence the inclusion of things having to do with that. You don’t have to be a witch to read this though! I can’t add every detail about the witchy stuff mentioned in this headcanon but if you do have any questions let me know! I may be writing more Halloween stuff to post if I have time but thank you for reading!

• Eddie enjoyed the fall but he wasn’t prepared for just how much you loved it

• Knowing you were a witch he figured you’d love Halloween however he didn’t know everything that came along with it

• Seeing how much you were into celebrating the holiday made his heart flutter though

• He loved hearing you talk about your traditions and all things you had planned

• Your face brightened up every time he’d ask you questions and show interest too

• That was one of the greatest things about your relationship

• You both cared about each other's interests even if you weren’t into them

• Eddie actually did take quite an interest in the history of the holiday having no idea that certain things were from witches

• He then concluded that it was bullshit how people dismissed the original meaning of the holiday and where it came from

• More forced conformity he said

• Giving him the rundown on things took a while and I mean a while because there is so much to learn that even you don’t know everything

• He took a liking to many things you introduced him to

• Tales of faeries and goblins reminded him of d&d immediately peaking his interest

• You were wary about even telling him about Mischief Night because every night with him seemed like Mischief Night

• Still, you should’ve known that telling him these things would lead to him playing silly pranks on you the day before Halloween

• You would both go on apple-picking dates as well after talking to him about all the traditions having to do with apples

• Eddie wanted to do all of them if possible and you had to remind him to slow down on the antics cause there was only so much time you had to teach him about everything

• He was always like ‘Hell yeah let's do it’

• Not a bad characteristic of his but even you can get tired with the festivities

• You and he did the simpler traditions like apple peeling and divination traditions with the seeds

• While peeling the apples together to see the supposed first name of your future spouse when you’d toss it over your shoulder he was dead set on it being your initial

• “If this doesn’t say you I’m doing it again.”

• “Eddie that’s your third apple already.”

• Trust me apple peels were all over the place and Wayne would find remnants of apples when he came home from work

• Of course, since it’s spooky season you’d also just spend time having horror movie marathons

• By the end of watching all the movies, you’d both feel like movie critics deciding which ones were actually scary and had the best effects

• Baking and cooking together became a regular and Eddie didn’t realize how much fun he could have making stuff with you

• Getting delicious food was a bonus for him

• Even Wayne thought that you should both keep it up cause he was enjoying the leftovers just as much as you two

• When it came to all the fun crafts Eddie was well prepared and insisted that you get ‘the best pumpkins in the land’

• His pumpkin came out scary to no surprise and made its guts come out of its mouth

• What more did you expect from him?

• When it came to costumes he had all these ideas and brainstormed for weeks

• He wanted to help you make them once you decided on who you would both be dressing as

• Eddie has a creative eye and always had mainly good ideas for what to add unless he was joking around as he does occasionally

• Decorating together was a highlight of the holiday as you both combined your own touches to the spookiness

• Eddie was quite the crafty man when it comes down to it and was always down for whatever ideas popped into your head

• Needless to say, Halloweens with Eddie are forever to be remembered and each year is as special as the last and you’d go on to make your own traditions together

[littlemessyjessi]

Before we begin have a Yoon.

💛

So I was just hopping on to let you know I'm now adding Got7, Blackpink and Stray Kids to the list of people I'm writing for. So in addition to BTS you'll also start seeing content for them. Gilmore Girls is a coming soon item on the masterlist but I'm not sure when that will happen. I know a lot of people have been asking me about Harry Potter content but I am still on an indefinite hiatus from that. I've just reached a point where I hate it and I'm so sad about that because it was a big part of my childhood. I hate that it's got to that point. So to me it just makes sense to stay away from it and write things that inspire me.

Over the new few days there should be lots of updates on BTS content.

Like:

Blossom in Darkness pt 2

Completely Bananas pt 3

Updates on Untamed the BTS 8th member series with Jae x Jimin

Dreamy the BTS 8th member series with Jin x Joo

Sunbeam : kim taehyung x Yoongi's sister Sunny

Big Bunny, Tiny Tiger : pt 2. With Bunny kook and tiger hybrid . This somewhat wraps up the story between kook and Zoey but if you really really want more I'll see what I can do.

Witchy headcanons pt 3, 4 and 5

Some fake texts and fake social media posts featuring various members

A new story featuring Jimin's twin sister, Jessa

A new story with a magical world AU that I wont spoil for you but there is definite mentions of the fae

Also a new little situation with a lemur hybrid. It's obviously a non idol AU and a hybrid AU but it's so fucking cute and domestic lol. It's currently an imagine but if when I post it you really like it and want more I'll see what I can do!

*Btw you can always check the Navi linked in the bio for all my stuff and updates and all that. Just fyi. *

I've also planned some imagines with supernatural content. Some where the guys are creatures and some where the reader is the creature.

There are some fluffy pieces as I know that's always been a popular thing for my tumblr but there are also some angst pieces coming up and some horror as we are officially thriving in spooky season.

Some AUs coming up include: Mafia, Supernatural/Magic/Paranormal, Hybrid, Non Idol kind of goes without saying for some of these, Yandere, Roomates AU, Soulmates AU, Omegaverse (which to be honest kind of goes in with a couple of the others) , reincarnation

Some tropes that have been requested:

Enemies to lovers (with some damn sense), Best friend (with disgusting pining), the fake dating thing, literally locked in a small space together

Some tropes that I see all the time but are only ever one way and I'm sick of it so I'm adding a little spice and giving it a different perspective because we deserve it:

Height differences, wearing the other person's clothes, confession time, jealousy, having a God damn savior complex and saving the other person but with some much needed flavor, undercover lovers

And also some God damn autumn content because we got like two months (in theory) of this left and we deserve it. Winter content will start being introduced after Halloween likely. Yes, bitch I know there's Thanksgiving (for the USA loves) in November but I'm excited for Yule. I hope I will actually be out of the hospital and able to spend it at home with my fiance at that point. I am so sick of being here.

But I digress.

So that's coming.

Anyway I've had a rough few days and honestly just haven't had the strength to write. But I wanted to give you an idea of what is coming.

I love you.

K

[that-was-anticlimactic]

dear corey and grace, my beloveds <3

explain yourselves

[ID: screenshot that reads: "#PREVIOUS TAGS YES #this was literally us last night with joe being a setiel shipper # we're hilarious #mai to my sokka". end ID.]

hehehe well i am so glad you asked, delfi! here is a post i made last night about it because someone else asked, but i absolutely will go more into it lol

so basically, it was probably somewhere between 3-4am and i decided to text grace sk8 headcanons rather than sleep, as one does, and i went:

"joe unironically watched supernatural and that’s part of the reason why he and cherry broke up

(maybe joe just thought dean was attractive—sue him!)"

and uh... it was supposed to be a joke but then grace agreed with me sooooooo joe is obsessed with spn but he is angry about the destiel italian dub (which cherry rubs in his face like. all the time) and he was a destiel shipper from the moment he first saw them interact.

joe once tried flirting with cherry by saying "i'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition" and cherry threw him out of his own apt

(and maybe he sees a little bit of himself in dean and a little bit of cherry in cas, so what?)

and he got upset around season eleven but literally Cannot stop watching because it was his thing, ya know? he was dean for halloween once.

i headcanon joe with depression and have Many Feelings about that, but when he has really bad depressive episodes or cherry can tell one is coming (if he can catch it, that is), then cherry crawls in bed with him and turns joe's comfort spn episodes on (and i just decided that the one who would be king is another one of joe's comfort episodes (it reminds him a little of cherry and ad*m sometimes, the good old days)

he also just has a lot of good memories revolving around the show. in my joe with depression universe, joe hot diagnosed after he graduated, so whenever he felt really sad in high school and such, spn was his go to and it became an anchor for him in a lot of ways and provided comfort and this feeling of home he struggled to find when he was really sad.

he can also acknowledge that it is not the greatest show ever with the best writing and teh best acting, but that's something he likes about it. he likes that the show is sometimes so stupid it's funny.

but, yeah. joe was a hardcore destiel shipper. it was probably his lockscreen at some point and maybe even one of his first introductions to homosexuality. he read a lot of destiel fanfiction and joe is not the biggest fan of reading.

cherry to this day still teases him for unironically liking spn and for crying when the spanish dub came out

also joe never straight up wrote destiel fanfiction, but he definitely daydreamed about it

langa, on the other hand, did write destiel fanfiction and posted it. but that is another story for another time, i suppose.

now i'm thinking about joe and langa having spn nights at joe's apt or at langa's house and they watch their favorite episodes and :) bonding :)

[celosiaa]

Hi Connor, I hope you’re doing okay!!!!! 💖Thank you for letting me write this lil fic for your post about leaf pile shenanigans!!!!!! Everything you write, draw and headcanon for the Emmaverse is so perfect and I am so excited to write something within this beautiful AU. This got away from me a bit, but I hope it brings you some joy and you can vicariously enjoy the great outdoors through Jon, Tim, Martin and Emma’s mischief 🍁

From the front window of their new house, Martin has watched the tree turn from a bare-boned thing to blossom to vivid leaves firm even against summer storms. The tree has grounded him through sleepless nights with Emma since her arrival last year, through Tim and Sasha’s return to their lives, through Jon’s nightmares. A lighthouse against the Lonely. The house surveyor had told them to cut it down, unsure of how deeply its roots might reach, but Martin couldn’t bring himself to make the arrangements. He feels that he should give it something back, a repayment for its solidity, and so he has tended to it through the seasons with gentle dedication.

Alas, the leaves are a hazard now that they’ve turned orange and fallen. The rain turns them slippery, and Martin doesn’t want Emma to trip on them when she bundles him out of the door on the mornings he gets to take her to nursery, excited to have her Dad there after a long stint of nightshifts. Nor does he want them to disrupt Jon’s journey to the car on the days that his joints are stiff and he needs his cane. So he sees raking the leaves as part of his duty both to the tree and his family.

Martin falls into a happy and methodical reverie, until Tim interrupts: “You missed a spot.”

Tim is sitting with Jon on two rickety camping chairs they’d dragged out of the garage, ostensibly so they can watch Emma and an off-duty Iris play on the lawn. They’re both holding cups of tea, steaming in the cool, clear autumn air, and they have—until now—been catching up about work. It’s a busy time for them both: Jon is welcoming the new students, and the fire department are running their usual campaigns about safety with Halloween decorations and fireworks. Recently, Tim’s team even payed a visit to Emma’s nursery school to give a presentation, which she had gushed about for weeks afterwards.

Now, though, they seem to be up to something. As glad as Martin is to see them getting along, after so much and so long, he’s not sure he likes the matching mischievous looks on their face.

Martin pauses, leaning on the rake. He’ll humour them, just this once. (It will happen again, of course, but Martin always likes to pretend it’s a one-off.) “What do you mean, I’ve missed a spot?”

“He’s right,” Jon says, schooling his expression into one of seriousness, although the roguish glint lingers in his eyes, “By the drain.”

Martin doesn’t look, still playing along with his most petulant expression. “I started by the drain. It’s spotless.”

“We would never criticise your immaculate raking technique, Martin,” Tim promises, as if offended by the implication.

“We just wouldn’t want Mrs Jenkins complaining about her driveway flooding again,” Jon adds solemnly, placing down his tea, “Are you sure there are no leaves by the drain?”

“I’m one hundred percent sure,” Martin insists, trying not to smile and let on that he’s onto them.

“Because I can count at least seven from here,” Tim says, also balancing his tea on the concrete by his feet.

Jon tilts his head. “I would say eight.”

Tim nods exaggeratedly. “Jon says eight. And he remembered to wear his glasses today, so I trust his judgement.”

Only because Martin physically put the glasses on Jon’s face this morning, while Jon was going through the process of making cinnamon porridge half-asleep and on muscle memory alone. But Martin doesn’t mention this to Tim. Not that Tim isn’t well aware of Martin’s fussing, having—along with Jon—been bundled into a coat and scarf and gloves before being allowed to sit outside, justified by worried mentions of asthma flare-ups and ear infections and setting a good example for Emma.

Martin places a hand on his hip, still leaning on the rake. “Eight, you say?”

Tim and Jon nod in unison.

“That does sound like quite a lot of leaves,” Martin continues.

“You can never be too careful,” Jon says.

“Sometimes, the worst hazards start off small,” Tim tells them, “I would know.”

Martin quirks his eyebrows. “Perhaps I should check the drain, then.”

Jon nods, just once, managing to still look very serious. “Perhaps you should.”

“Well, then,” Martin sighs, taking his weight off the rake and beginning to turn towards the drain at the end of the driveway they share with their neighbours. He makes sure to speak loudly with his back turned. “Where on earth are these eight stray leaves?”

There’s the sound of a scuffle behind him, the camping chairs creaking and skittering on the concrete driveway, and a breathless laugh as Tim and Jon’s feet hit the ground in unison. There’s not much space between the camping chairs and the leaf pile, so Tim and Jon’s run-up is short but effective.

Martin turns just in time to see them launch themselves into the leaf pile, and he’s glad he constructed it on the grass rather than the concrete, because Tim and Jon don’t always think things through when they’re being competitive. Their landing is significantly cushioned, at least, and they end up on their backs, pillowed by red and orange leaves. Jon blows one out of his face and Tim laughs, loud and carefree, the sound echoing against the house.

“I won,” Tim declares.

“You did not,” Jon protests.

“Oh, I very much did.”

“Tim, if you are suggesting that—”

“If I’m suggesting what? That I was the county best at long jump between the ages of eight and eleven, and that gave me a natural advantage in this particular competition?”

Jon props himself up on his elbows on the leaf pile and looks imploringly at Martin, his glasses askew and a leaf stuck by its stem in the left hinge. “Martin.”

“I couldn’t possibly have seen who won,” Martin says, “I was busy inspecting the drain, which—like I said—is spotless.”

It’s at this moment that Iris lets out a slightly confused woof, as Emma abandons the mudpies they’ve been making together to copy her Baba and Uncle. She squeals, her little legs moving at full speed as she waddle-runs towards the leaf pile.

Martin’s too far away. He drops the rake, shouting, “Emma, no!”

But, of course, she doesn’t listen. She has a very specific mindset when it comes to times like this, an unshakable determination: Emma, yes. She runs to the leaf pile, stops clumsily in front of it, and then promptly jumps into its depths. Or, more accurately, she falls face-first into the pile, arms outstretched, her red wellies only just leaving the ground, and disappears through an Emma-shaped hole between where Tim and Jon are lying, looking somewhat dazed by the turn of events.

There’s a breathless moment, a frozen snapshot when the chilly late-afternoon turns momentarily sinister, all long shadows and suspended breezes. Martin doesn’t move, doesn’t hear the echoing clatter of the rake, until there’s a flurry within the leaf pile and then Emma emerges with a raucous giggle.

Everything rushes back into motion, the autumn colours warm and the moment welcoming again. Emma has popped up from the leaf pile like a meerkat from the ground, inspecting her surroundings, an image that is reinforced by her knitted hat with the attached bear-shaped ears. There’s a bright grin on her face, and a lyrical quality to her laugh that tells Martin she’s excited rather than hurt or afraid. Iris is circling and snuffling around the leaf pile, somewhat confused but not overtly concerned, and Jon smiles fondly as he picks leaves from the wool of Emma’s hat while Tim shakes with the force of his own laughter.

Martin’s breath whooshes out of him in relief and he finds himself laughing too, a little breathless. “God, Emma, you—please be careful, sweetheart.”

“I win, I win,” Emma says, clapping her hands together. Her mittens make her applause sound padded and soft.

Martin gives Jon a long-suffering look. Jon looks back, half-apologetic, half-look how happy she is, habibi. And it is true, Emma looks happy, rosy-cheeked and still laughing as Iris now makes her way into the leaf pile, too. It’s adorable. Martin’s losing sight of the possible dangers in favour of the cuteness, the fact that everyone is just fine. Better than fine. They’re happy, all of them.

“Alright, I concede defeat,” Tim announces, “Emma gets the title of Ultimate Leaf Leaper.”

Emma squeals in delight again. Jon pulls her further out of the leaves so she can sit on his lap, giving her a kiss on the cheek before he goes back to picking leaves out of her hat. Tim lifts his hand and Emma reaches across to give him an enthusiastic high five. Martin thinks he is going to melt into a puddle from the joy of it all.

“Stay right there,” Martin says to them, all thoughts of raking abandoned now, “I’m getting the camera.”

*

Later that night, they’re propped up in bed—Jon reading a battered library book about syntax in 19th century literature, and Martin clicking through the photos he’s uploaded from the camera to his laptop. Emma is fast asleep in her bedroom, after a bedtime story about a hedgehog making a home from leaves that Martin hopes will dissuade her from jumping into any random leaf piles she sees out and about, although he promised she can still play in the ones they make outside together.

“I’m definitely emailing this one to Sasha,” Martin says, angling the laptop towards Jon.

Jon folds the book carefully closed and looks at the photo. Tim and Jon are both half-engulfed by the leaf pile, with Emma sitting in Jon’s lap and Iris doing her best to likewise perch on Tim. They’re all grinning at the camera, bundled up in their coats and scarves and hats. It’s adorable.

“She’ll love it,” Jon agrees.

“It’s a shame she couldn’t come today.” Martin chews his bottom lip, shutting the laptop. “I don’t think we have any recent photos of her.”

“You’re not in it either,” Jon murmurs.

“Oh, well, I—someone had to take the photo.”

“Remind me, then,” Jon says, leaning over and kissing Martin’s hair, “To ask someone to take our picture when we go pumpkin picking.”

“Since when are we going pumpkin picking?”

“Since Emma told me she wanted to and I spent two hours Googling places nearby.”

“Not spooky—?”

Jon gives him a withering look. “Not spooky Google, no.”

“Good.” Martin smiles, a little shy. “We’ll get a family photo, then. At the pumpkin place. And we can frame it. And put it on the wall next to this one, and the one I’m going to take of Sasha and Tim next time they come over, and—oh, and that one of Emma on her first day at nursery I keep meaning to get printed!”

Jon smiles softly. “Our family.”

“Our family,” Martin agrees, “I’m really happy, Jon.”

He’s so happy he’s not sure what to do with it. He’s scared it will disappear, like fog through his fingers. He’s scared he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t tell Jon any of this, but Jon seems to understand, to feel it too.

“So am I, Martin,” Jon says, “So am I.”

Martin thinks of the tree, of its changing leaves, its vulnerability to the seasons, the way it antagonised the previous tenants of the house. And yet it’s still there. Martin thinks of his contentment in the same way, as he falls asleep next to Jon: a thing that might change, might grow, might retreat sometimes while blossoming at others, but it has deep roots, and he has no plans to cut it down any time soon, not anymore.

There we go!!!! I played Emmaverse bingo with myself with how many headcanons I could remember and get in here, but I’m sorry if I forgot anything or if the ages/order of events are a bit muddled!!!!! Thank you again for letting me write this, I had so much fun!!!!💖💖💖

[haikyuu-appreciation-club]

heyy can i request head canons with the haikyuu captains or the karasuno first years with how they would react to a haunted house. just to get in the spirit of halloween :)

heyyy anon!! yes ofc, i love that request :)

i hope you don’t mind but i decided to go with the karasuno first years bc i have a lot of ideas for them. If anyone wants though i can make a part two with the captains :)

alsooooo im sorry if anyone seems ooc, this is just how i think they would react + this is my first headcanon sooo forgive me if it isn’t the best <3

anywhooo, ty for the request, i hope you enjoy !!

•Haunted House w/ the Karasuno 1st Years•

[art credit : @boonooniee on twitter]

warnings: a few curse words

genre: crack

characters: hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, yamaguchi, and yachi

•Hinata•

surprisingly enough, this whole thing was his idea

he just wanted to spend time with his friends 

he had to practically beg everyone to go, half of the group was scared out of their minds and the other half just weren’t interested in the slightest

when everyone finally agreed, he was quite literally jumping for joy

days leading up to it, he would not shut up about it

this boy was beyond excited

“Are you guys excited for the Haunted House? It’s gonna be so much fun!”

he was all smiley and giddy about it until he was standing at the entrance

now he was about to shit himself

“Heh um, who wants to go carve some pumpkins?”

mans had to be dragged in that hoe

he kept trying to tell himself that everything was fine and this would be super fun

then the first jump scare happened, and every ounce of courage in that tiny body was gone

he was clinging onto anyone that was in proximity of him

at some point he got a little bit of courage back and started to threaten to beat up one of the decoration

yeahh that “decoration” was one of the actors

that boy literally screamed and tackled the nearest person poor yams

now tiny yelps could be heard whenever he suspected something was about to pop out at him

at one point he literally started to hold his breath and Kageyama had to smack the back of his head so he would exhale

he finally reached the end after one of the actors chased him all the way to the exit

had to stand there for a minute to catch his breath after he realized the actor went back to their post

on the walk back home he kept talking about how it “wasn’t so bad”

luckily Tsukki had gotten a video of him jumping on Kageyama and knocking him over to remind him just how bad he seemed to think it was

little pouty after he realized that video was sent to the team group chat

he cheered right up when Yachi suggested they go get hot coco though

•Kageyama•

no

just no

he did not want to spend his time going to a haunted house

he had volleyball to practice 

which is why, initially, his answer was no

but Hinata would not stop asking him about it and it was making it impossible for him to focus 

he thought that if he agreed he would finally get some peace and quiet

ohh boy, was he wrong

Hinata would now not stop talking about how excited he was

Kags definitely had mixed feeling about all of this

he wasn’t the worst when it came to scary stuff but he’s never actually had to experience anything like a haunted house before

he figured if he could handle scary movie, he could definitely handle this, right?

he was a little nervous once they arrived but he would not let himself get startled so easily

mainly because he didn’t want to freak out the others 10x more and also because Tsukishima would never let him hear the end of it

so he decided he would suck it up and get through this without getting the absolute crap scared out of him

at first things were actually going pretty good, just some gory decorations on display

maybe this would actually be kind of fun

then one of the actors popped out and all hell broke loose

everyone was now terrified well except tsukki, mans got the popcorn out

Kageyama was trying his very best to play it cool but on the inside he was losing his shit

this was definitely so much more terrifying then the movies

Hinata and Yachi’s screams were not helping either 

he tried to mask his fear by yelling at Hinata any chance he got

Tsukishima saw right through that,

“Oh? is the king getting scared?”

yes, yes he was

but Tsukishima did not need to know that

flinched at anything that could potentially pop out at him

got knocked over by Hinata a few times

Yachi had a death grip on this mans arm half the time to be honest he kind of felt less scared with how scared she was so he didn’t mind

ended up using Hinata as a shield a few times

he got to the end after what felt like an eternity

never wanted to do something like that again

Tsukishima unfortunately got most of his unfortunate experience on camera

cue the never ending teasing

Yachi had told him it was okay and asked if he wanted to get hot coco with the rest of them bby is too kind

sir was definitely in the mood for some hot coco after that nightmare

•Tsukishima•

“No.”

that was his immediate answer

its’s not as if he was scared to go mans knows everything is fake and does not care in the slightest

he just did not find them as entertaining as most people did

and going with the others?

yeah, count him out

but Hinata was determined

Tsukishima was ready to resort to violence when Hinata had bothered him about it for what felt like the millionth time

when he realized that that midget would not shut up until he got the answer he wanted, he finally caved

“Fine. Just shut the hell up, would you?”

Hinata did not shut up

listening to Hinata go on and on was worth it once they got there though

this was one of the most entertaining things he’s seen in a while

everyone was already loosing it before they even got inside

teasing was at the max today yams was the only exception

Hinata was the main target of his laughs

Yachi was runner up but he didn’t really have to try, miss girl was scared of everything tbh he went a little easy on her bc he lowkey felt bad

he even got to poke fun at the king himself

documenting everyone’s misfortune and sending the videos to the gc

purposely walked in front of the group so they’d bump into him and get scared

he and Yamaguchi were the first one to reach the exit so he got to watch everyone run for their lives

now he was really running his mouth

told Hinata he never wanted to do something like that again though

in reality, he had a lot of fun

he surprisingly agreed to get hot coco with them afterwards mainly because he knew the cafe they were going to had strawberry shortcake

•Yamaguchi•

oh no

Yamaguchi was definitely not one to willingly participate in things like this

he honestly was about to refuse the offer until he found out Tsukki was going 

he decided it was now or never to get over his fears I’m convinced that if Tsukki jumped off a bridge, Yamaguchi would too

Hinata talking about how excited he was did nothing to calm his nerves

every time it was brought up he would try to change the topic 

he preferred to pretend as if it wasn’t a thing that he was actually involved in

As soon as they arrived, Yams was clinging onto Tsukishima for dear life

he was very grateful that Tsukki didn’t deny his attempts to use him as a human shield

It didn’t start off too bad

sure there was a few props that were uncomfortable to look at but for the most part he thought he could actually get through this pretty easily

he had even loosed his grip on Tsukki’s arm a little bit

then things started popping out at him

sir did not sign up for all of this

he was right back to cutting off the circulation in Tsukishima’s arm

Yamaguchi wasn’t the type of person to scream when he got scared 

he preferred to shut his eyes as tight as he could and repeat that he was okay over and over again in his head

if he wasn’t so terrified he would probably be laughing right along with Tsukishima 

but at the moment all he was focused on was getting the heck out of that place

funny enough, he didn’t even notice that they had reached the end until Tsukki told him he could open his eyes

poor baby was pretty much on the brink of tears after all of that

Hinata apologized profusely as Kageyama scolded him 

he felt much better later, laughing at all the videos Tsukishima took with some hot coco in his system 

•Yachi•

poor girl 

when Hinata suggested going to a haunted house she felt her heart drop to her stomach

she agreed none the less though, figuring that it would make Hinata sad if she refused seeing how excited he was

leading up to it, she was still scared out of her mind but some of Hinata’s excitement had surprisingly rubbed off on her

maybe she could get through this

her mind changed when they actually arrived

nope nope nope nope nope nope

definitely could not get through this

she was furiously nodding at Hinata’s offer to get the heck out of there  but that idea had been shut down 

she tried to gravitate towards Tsukishima, since she figured that he was big and he could be a shield or something of that sort

she ended up taking off in the other direction once he began telling her about all the scary stuff that was inside he was just teasing but poor baby definitely did not sense the sarcasm

she opted to clinging to Kageyama since sticking around Hinata and Yamaguchi just made her more nervous

“Kageyama-kun, am I going to die in there”

once they got inside she calmed down a little bit

the decorations at the beginning were mostly just bloody props and Kageyama kept hitting them to show her they weren’t real we love big brother Kags

it was probably just a coincidence that every prop he hit ended up smacking Hinata in the head

then the jump scares begun and Yachi was just about ready to faint

miss girl was just babbling nonsense, trying to distract herself from how terrified she was

every single jumpscare she would let out a squeal and shut her eyes

she ended up bumping into Tsukishima a few times which just made her even more terrified I mean, mans is huge and it’s dark what do you expect 

almost got lost

she had run in the opposite direction and Yamaguchi thought one of the actors kidnapped her

Hinata started flipping out

Kageyama just started yelling at him

Tsukishima ended up spotting her running back to the group after getting chased back by one of the actors

someone was now in front and behind her at all times

by the end of it Yachi was on the cusp of needing medical attention 

she suggested getting some hot coco once she calmed down mainly just to get her mind off of everything she just had to experience

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

[seijch]

ANNOUNCEMENT: NOT A HELLO, BUT NOT A GOODBYE EITHER

omg hi ... im like . ashamed to come back after saying brief hiatus in october and then disappearing off the face of the earth til FEBRUARY but under the cut i will be explaining myself and the following, if youre interested (and a tl;dr at the very bottom if you don’t wanna scroll thru this obnoxiously long post):

the reason(s) i was gone for so long

what i was doing during that time (its just a personal account yall can scroll past this idrc)

the status of those um . halloween requests

the future of this account

i. so . Hiatus .

i know. i know . i probably mentioned it when i made the announcement post, but my mental health likes to go on one of those rides. yknow the ones where you go like up rlly fast then down maybe and then up then DOWN .... its like that. i needed a break and every time i wanted to come back or thought about it, something would happen and i would get stuck in my own head.

a big reason for getting stuck in my head was (and i hate to admit this ... i hate to admit that i have Insecurities On The Internet) my feelings of inadequacy regarding my writing. i love to plot fics, i love concepts and characters and making little headcanons but i dont ... know if i love writing rn. and i thought for the longest time that like . whatever ill just push thru it its fine ill be fine but it kinda wasnt lmao you can kinda see it in my halloween reqs and what become of them when i get to that but i began to feel like nothing i had put out or would put out would hold up prose wise (and normally i dont feel like this im much more “idc its my life im living it” but thats not a rant for tumblr LMAO). i still feel like that -- like im better as a reader than a writer. but . You Know :-)

tl;dr: mental state go brrrrr

ii. anywhere here’s wonderwall

when i left, i was in a steadily decreasing mental and emotional state, made worse by a situation at work that really was a case of petty jealousy on my end and rlly isnt very consequential now despite how much pain and resentment it gave me when it Was a problem so i wont get into it. the tl;dr of november and december was me using work as an crutch and distraction -- i know my job, i do it well, it helped me not think about my responsibilities and obligations and inadequacies. of course, as the holiday season grew busier n busier i was scheduled so often that i moved 88 or so miles (according to my apple watch, which i ONLY wear at work since im never anywhere else outside my house) and fell into a cycle of showering n sleeping at my house before going back the next day. (theres definitely something to be said abt capitalism and “grind culture” here but once again its not the time or place snsjkdfds)

at the turn of the new year, i happened to remember a birthday card i hadnt filed away for safekeeping from a friend of mine that id been horribly out of touch with til that point. i started crying because i realized how out of touch id been in general up until that point. the month of january was great for me: i was focused, happy, and in a much better place than i had been before. the end of it brought me down focus wise and im hoping that enough time away from my distractions will refocus me bc i ... need it LMAO and though ive burned out from that level of productivity and gotten distracted again im ... trying to stay positive which i think is the most i can do 😁👍🏼

media wise, i got real into stardew valley (but burned out bc i played it extensively as a way to wind down after work), the pokemon platinum romhack renegade platinum (still havent finished it bc of school n i played it w the intent to see if i could nuzlocke it ... bitch its so hard but its so fun bc of it), briefly assassins creed: odyssey (im one of those ppl who completes an entire region before i move to the next so you can tell i burned out of that one + wouldnt have the time to properly devote to it even if i didnt), got back into genshin impact after pulling for xiao (after not touching it for like . months), and danganronpa. yes . danganronpa 😐 i Know. i stopped playing it after the second trial of the first game bc i was so hurt by the outcome and picked it up in late january only to get sucked in (thank god i had the foresight to buy the second and third games during the steam winter sale). rn im at the start of chapter 4 if anyone wants to come in my asks and um . talk to me abt danganronpa

tl;dr: I’m Into Danganronpa Now

iii. you realize halloween was three months ago right

i mentioned this in the first section, but i love to plot things. every request is plotted or at least has a solid foundation. i had fun detailing what concept i wanted to go with considering what i was given, and there were some bangers i might touch up in the future. but heres whats going to happen to the requests themselves:

there are two finished requests. one will be posted tomorrow and the other will be touched up (just bc i finished it doesnt mean its good 🧍‍♂️) and scheduled for next saturday. as for the ones i never got around to ...

i will not be finishing those requests. i hate to be That Person, but i feel like we all expected this 🧍‍♂️ what i will do is post all of my notes for each request in batches -- requests that have an @ to go with them will be mentioned in the post proper, but anon asks will be pictured. (there are some asks that came from blogs who are now deactivated but i wrote down all the prompts and remember most of those askers so ill cross that bridge when i get there) there will most likely be an excerpt or two simply bc i think i mightve written a few plot points or interactions in the form of bullet points. i rlly am sorry about doing this but i remember looking at my notion doc with all the prompts and feeling ... like i wasnt measuring up n it wasnt just to myself or to some intangible concept of “other” id constructed but it was instead to those who requested n actually WANTED to see and hear and read my writing and i ...... im gonna admit thats another big reason i avoided this site.

regardless, youll definitely get what i have (and likely more than just my bullet points and illegible handwriting).

tl;dr: im sorry. what i have in terms of plot, concept, and interaction for every request will be posted, but i cant say ill ever complete them and mean it.

iv. so what now?

well i mean . im not entirely sure how sold i am on haikyuu in the content creation department (as a creator n to a lesser extent, as a consumer). as mentioned previously, its no longer my primary focus. it doesnt mean im not into haikyuu anymore; i have a lot of love for those boys but i cant rlly say im even caught up w recent fandom activity and also havent even finished s4 pt2 LMAO thats on my to do list

and despite all that, i still want to share my plots n concepts and snippets and maybe even fics. it wont happen anytime soon. it might not even happen. but i mean . its better than me saying i wont write ever again shjdkfs but either way ill probably use this blog as a personal blog w the occasional ask game for dialogue prompts (those are always so fun i love making up aus to fit like . the most mundane prompts)

as for my works (past and any potential future), ive opened an ao3 acc here n ill be editing n possibly expanding on my old works to post there. tumblr, to me, is The x reader hub, but i figure more x reader fics on ao3 is never a bad thing.

ill be deleting/posting drafted posts to the queue since they were all meant to be queued anyway as well as (sorry again 🧍‍♂️) deleting or answering asks in the inbox. (moots if you get a notif from me saying i rbed your post from months ago ... mind your business) im very hard to get ahold of and its ... a problem. expect an overhaul of the nav n shit to reflect my new direction n also because i feel like i cant tell if my passion for carrd is shared by the majority HSDKLFS maybe its better to read my info in a normal post ykwim .......

and of course . if youve read all this n decided im no longer worth the follow, i sure as hell cant stop you. thank you for wanting to, at some point, hear what i have to say -- it means more than you think.

tl;dr: writing will be edited and reposted to ao3, this blog will be a personal blog with a hint of writing (sometimes)

the tl;dr to end all tl;drs:

im back! i wont be as active as i used to due to a lessened interest in haikyuu in general, but i have an ao3 acc now where all my past work will be edited, possibly expanded, and reposted. any future work will also find itself there. my halloween requests will be posted in batches as incomplete concepts, plots, and snippets of scenes; i wont be promising to finish any of them.

there are still fic concepts im attached to and want to finish, but i cant promise any more writing on my end. this blog will be a personal blog with maybe writing, not a writing blog with my personal thoughts all over it.

regardless if you stick around or not, its been crazy sexy cool (equal emphasis) being on haikyuu tumblr even tho i wasnt around for long ... even tho its not my main focus anymore, im still excited to see what the future might hold 🤝

love, ari 💌

[innocent-until-proven-geeky]

for the character thing; cody, obi wan, and ur oc pova (is that how you spell it?)

YEAHYEAHYEAH (also that is how you spell it) I see we’re doing the whole family and I LOVE it.

I was in the middle of answering this and then I went to find my favorite episodes and Tumblr ate whatever I was working on sooooo I start over.

Cody

Why I like them: Sass. Fandom’s interpretation as Ultimate Big Brother (behind Alpha-17, of course). Mysterious scar. And he’s pretty.

Why I don’t: Honestly? The fact that the clones are slave soldiers, and the fact that fandom tends to give racially biased interpretations of the clones (I’m guilty of this too). Nothing to do with Cody himself, honestly, which isn’t to say he’s perfect or anything, I find him to be rough around the edges but who wouldn’t be in his shoes?

Favorite episode: s1e16 The Hidden Enemy. This one is probably on my top 5 list even without Cody. But guys. GUYS. “Hey there, Slick. Gun’s empty.” WHAT COULD BE MORE ICONIC?

Favorite film: Okay technically these questions were “episode/scene if a movie” and “season/movie” but because he’s in both I’m gonna have to go with a film for this one. Revenge of the Sith. Listen, I can’t watch ROTS without crying but damn if I don’t love Cody in it anyway. The lightsaber scene will ALWAYS get me. (Season 1 gets an honorable mention.)

Favorite line: Uh. Well. Okay so. “Hey there, Slick. Gun’s empty.” *holds up mag* LISTEN GUYS I LOVE THAT ONE. Although he also gets points for “I’m putting you in charge of this one.” I don’t know if season 1 just has a lot of iconic Cody lines, or if it’s because I’ve been watching that season in Spanish lately.

Favorite outfit: ... his armor? No actually though, I love his Phase II armor. Phase I is cool but Phase II has the cool ventilators. And how can I not make fun of his antenna?

OTP: Codywan. Ideally in a post-war fix-it or semi-fix-it where there isn’t a huge power imbalance, but I’ve been known to read Codywan stuff that takes place during the war, especially before I was as cognizant of the power imbalance as I am now.

BroTP: Cody and Rex. I’m sure y’all saw that one coming. I mean it’s CODY and REX, I’m pretty sure that’s everyone’s BroTP!

Headcanon: So this might be a good time to mention that I headcanon everyone everywhere as autistic. Everyone is autistic. Cody is autistic. Okay actually though, I headcanon that Cody has a great deal of anxiety. He handles it well, and he has a support system, but given his entire life, and the fact that he’s a Marshal Commander, and further more the headcanon we collectively have that Obi-Wan insists on promoting Cody to get out of paperwork because Cody deserves it, he’s probably anxious. And man, same.

Unpopular opinion: Do I have one? Tbh I don’t know how to determine whether an opinion about a character is unpopular. How do we define unpopular? Do we mean just like, not commonly known or shared? Because if so, I once again raise for your consideration: everyone is autistic, therefore Cody is autistic.

A wish: For Disney to retcon Order 66. Barring that, for the Bad Batch show to give him a happy ending involving the removal of his chip and the opportunity to live happily ever after with Obi-Wan on Tatooine. (Is the Bad Batch show going to be live-action like Kenobi? Because PLEASE give me Temuera Morrison playing Cody in both.)

An oh-gosh-please-don’t-ever-happen: Don’t laugh. Order 66. Listen I KNOW it’s canon but that doesn’t mean I have to like it!

5 words to best describe them: Salty. Snarky. Protective. Competent. Thoughtful.

My nickname for them: honestly, just Codes or Kote. Not much to get out of Cody, really.

Obi-Wan:

Why I like them: HE’S PRETTY. And sassy. There’s a pattern here.

Why I don’t: I don’t think there’s ever a time in canon that he acknowledges all the issues with the clones’ existence. He does in fanon, which I can appreciate, but canonically he’s like, “ah yes, we bought 3.2 million humans. We’ll just stick them in this war I guess.” Also frankly he’s a bit oblivious, bordering on daft, especially considering he’s the Negotiator, I mean he KEPT HIS LAST NAME when he went into hiding. I still love him though.

Favorite scene: That deleted “good girl, Boga” scene, which just hits different when you’ve read Master & Apprentice and know how much he loves varactyls. I don’t care that it’s deleted. It’s my favorite. (Plus you’ll probably like this better than my favorite episode, which is the Kadavo episode.)

Favorite film: Attack of the Clones. Listen listen listen, he has a lot of good moments in TCW, but hands down it’s AOTC.

Favorite line: Eheheheheheh. Eheheheheheheh. Eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh. “Hello there!”

Favorite outfit: Was gonna make a comment about Jedi robes but then I remembered his stolen Mandalorian armor in The Lawless and *swoons* that’s one pretty outfit.

OTP: ... also Codywan. Again, ideally in an AU with less of a power imbalance, I mean it doesn’t matter how much he promotes Cody, canonically he’s still a Jedi and Cody is still a slave and I just don’t love that but I live for Codywan. Domestic Codywan? *chef’s kiss*

BroTP: probably Obi-Wan and Anakin. Maybe Obi and Padmé? Idk I have Thoughts about Anakin, he’s a problem child, but not much can top the agony in “You were my brother, Anakin! I loved you!” (I like whump, okay?) Also just. Can you imagine the Negotiator just being buds with Senator Amidala? Helping each other with domestic disputes and speeches? Working on a Clone Rights Bill? Yeah. Can it be a broT3? What if we just don’t have Anakin and Padmé dating? It’s such an unhealthy relationship. That’s it, broT3 is Anakin, Padmé, and Obi-Wan.

Headcanon: ACE!OBI ACE!OBI ACE!OBI!!!!!! Also,,, autistic!Obi. I know I know, but actually genuinely @fromryloth-tocorellia has some pretty good autistic!Obi-Wan stuff, including Obi-Wan being semi-verbal, low-verbal, and non-verbal. Autistic characters is a hill I will die on, and Obi-Wan is a character I happen to enjoy projecting on (oops). Plus, if I headcanon Cody and Obi-Wan as autistic, then the entire Ibonek family is autistic, and I love that.

Unpopular opinion: The only reason Obi-Wan “left Anakin to die” was because there was nothing he could safely do to help. When I was taking first aid classes, one of the first things they told us was that, unless there is no danger to yourself, you do not help. You wait for actual first responders to show up. If Obi-Wan had tried to help Anakin, either Anakin would have killed him or Obi-Wan would also have been severely burned. And if he had stayed, he may have been caught by Palpatine. Is it sad that he left? Absolutely. Heartbreaking. I don’t think it was a GOOD decision. But he didn’t just leave him to die; there was no other safe option. There were no good decisions here. I have a lot of thoughts about this, I have half-written essays on Discord about it, feel free to ask further questions.

A wish: For Qui-Gon’s dying words to be retconned. I know I wrote that post about how his dying words were full of trust in Obi-Wan and I stand by that, but that doesn’t mean Obi-Wan realized that, or that they were a good choice.

An oh-gosh-please-don’t-ever-happen: For the Kenobi show to be sad. It’s not allowed. Obi-Wan can have one fight, and that’s it, he is happy as a clam on Tatooine because he DESERVES GOODNESS DAMNIT.

5 words to best describe them: Kind. Soft. Warm. Compassionate. Daft.

My nickname for them: Obi

Pova:

What I like about them: They’re my OC and I can do whatever I want with them!

What I don’t: They’re my OC and I’m in charge of them.

(Okay actually though:)

What I like about them: Nonverbal. Pink. Perpetually grumpy.

What I don’t: perpetually grumpy. Seriously how did that happen? Why did I do that? Why is the only time they AREN’T grumpy around Rex or when shopping with Obi-Wan?

Favorite scene: The adoption scene in “Observations on the Nature of Cody Ibonek”.

Favorite work: Probably “Observations”. It’s the first one that’s entirely from Pova’s point of view.

Favorite line: “He was making fun of my stimming. I was already having a bad day. I punched him. It’s whatever.” POVA NO. (Pova yes.)

Favorite outfit: Uh. Haven’t given it much thought yet? Haven’t done many character designs, although fromryloth-tocorellia did one for me and it’s my icon at @ver-writes-things if you want to check that out? Also my Halloween costume is gonna be a super basic cosplay of them and I’ll probably post that.

OTP: None. First of all, the oldest I’ve written them so far is 14. Second, I don’t have any other characters their age yet. Maybe the six kids from the Gathering episode survived? But even then I probably wouldn’t ship it. And I mean, not every character needs a romantic ship.

BroTP: Either Pova and Rex or Pova and Luke. Rex is like big brother/cool uncle, and Luke is like little brother. As of right now, though, definitely Rex, as I haven’t written much of anything with Luke.

Headcanon: I don’t have any because all my headcanons about this character are CANON! Man I love having OCs.

Unpopular opinion: to quote Paige Layle on TikTok: “Stop using the term low functioning autistics when you really mean that they’re just nonverbal. And nonverbal autistics still have a lot to say, they just have a hard time talking.” Basically, I’m certain that as this AU gains traction, Pova’s gonna start getting flak from readers for being nonverbal. It hasn’t happened yet, and maybe I’m just being pessimistic, but just in case someone needs the reminder: No. Stop now. Pova’s autistic. And nonverbal. And not a savant (man I fucking hate that trope). But they are a capable Jedi and, with Cody and Obi, developed a very functional sign language comprised of Jedi hand signals, trade sign language (like from episode 5 of the Mandalorian, that the Tuskens use?), and ARC signals. There will be NO functioning labels on this AU, and Pova has and will continue to have PLENTY to say. If you have a problem you know where the door is.

A wish: For everyone to love my kiddo as much as I do!

An oh-gosh-please-don’t-ever-happen: Listen Pova is gonna have a good and happy life. There is trauma and there is bullying and there is heartache but they are going to live a good life with two AMAZING dads. So there is no “don’t ever happen” because it won’t.

5 words to best describe them: Sneaky. Quiet. Excitable. Compassionate. Snarky.

My nickname for them: Kiddo or my kiddo.

[twiceinadream]

Twice HC- How They Would Kiss You

Requested: Yup

Request: How they kiss their s/o headcanons please 😳

a/u: Hey, guys! So I really want to dedicate this post to Twice’s 4th anniversary, and Mina’s comeback at the Halloween Fanmeet. Thank you for everything! (This also has a lot of puns. My bad)

Category: Fluff

Nayeon

Nayeon would be the type to make it a big scene

The two of you could be walking in the park, and she’d just grab you

You looked at her confused, till she gave you a signature “bunny smile” and pulled you in

Her lips were warm against the cold air, and when she pulled away you felt drunk on her

Blushing when you noticed the number of people passing by, as you shoved her away

Quickly bringing her into a hug

Jeongyeon

PDA did not exist in Jeongyeon’s mind, it’s not that she was ashamed; she just didn’t like people staring

So after a particularly long day, she came home to you cooking dinner, and something about it just made her tear up

You turned to face her, when you felt arms wrap around your waist

Your eyes met, as she quickly cupped your cheek; bringing you into a soft kiss

You could feel her tears against your cheeks as she pulled away slightly, panting out a soft, “Thank you, I love you so much.”

Momo

You had been watching Momo dance for the past three hours and you couldn’t believe how beautiful your girlfriend was

After seeing you stare at her for awhile Momo abruptly stopped her movements to face you, smiling, “Care to dance, Y/N?”

You shook your head, “I have two left feet, Momoring.” But she just shrugged as she pulled you up, a slow along starting

You shrugged as you took Momo in your arms, swaying across the practice room floor, as the song ended you spun her slowly into your arms

Momo gave you a small smile as she kissed your cheek, “You may not be a dancer. But you’re one hell of a romantic, Y/N-Chan.”

Sana

You smiled as you breathed in the salty air of the beach, Sana and you had vacationed to

It was fairly early and fairly empty, which was perfect; since Sana wanted some alone time for just the two of you

The two of you set out your towels, as you walked hand and hand into the water, wading deep enough into the water that the two of you could still stand

But before you could warn her, a wave had come up and knocked Sana over, making you laugh as your girlfriend spit out the salty water

You smiled as you helped her up, pulling her into chaste kiss, licking your lips as you pulled away, “Salty. Reminds me of you.” Sana looked at you in disbelief, before she pushed you into the water.

Jihyo

You threw your phone onto the empty space next to you on the couch as you growled, “Dispatch, needs to keep their nose out of people's business.” You frowned as you looked at the new reports of your girlfriend’s weight that had resurfaced.

That night when Jihyo came home, you immediately wrapped her in a hug, as you began to kiss your way down her body, “How can one person be so perfect?” You looked up to see the tears fall from your girlfriend’s eyes

You came back up as you held her closer, kissing away her tears, “How can you say that, Y/N? I’m so far from perfect, but you still tell me I am.”

You smiled as you cupped her cheek, and used your thumbs to brush away her tears; lifting her chin so you could connect your lips together

As you pulled away, you smiled as you looked into her eyes, “Because you read so many fake reports that are only there to hurt you. I figured you need to hear the truth. So you can understand what’s, Fake and True.” Jihyo rolled her eyes at you pun, “You’re lucky you’re cute and that I love you.” You smiled, “Well lucky me then; I have the most perfect girl in the world in love with me.

Mina (Our precious penguin)

It had been a long time since you had seen Mina, and not having your girlfriend around was slowly starting to kill you

You sighed as you looked at the ending text from your girlfriend a few minutes ago, ‘Goodnight, Jagi. I love you, Happy Anniversary.’ You frowned as you got into bed, her spot colder than usual

When you woke up that morning something about your bed felt different, it was warmer than usual

You couldn’t believe your eyes, as you opened them to see Mina staring back at you, you saw her luggage against the wall; as your eyes filled with tears, “You’re back?”

Mina smiled as she pulled you into a kiss, you doubt you’ve ever felt something this good, “I’m back, Y/N. And I’m here to stay.”

Dahyun (Dubu as Genie)

It wasn’t a secret your girlfriend loved Halloween, so every year she would always surprise you at the fanmeet with her costume; since she would always keep it a secret

But as you waited for her, you were not prepared for her to come out as, Genie from Aladdin. You couldn’t hold back your laugh as you brought her into a hug, praising how good she looked

Dahyun looked down shyly as her cheeks warmed at the attention, “Wow, Dubu. You made all my wishes come true.” She smiled as she pushed you away slightly, “Jagi, that was bad.”

You just shrugged as you kissed her head, “Maybe. But this costume certainly isn’t. Who knew you would look good with a beard?”

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung has been out the whole day, and she hasn’t her phone once and you were getting genuinely worried for your girlfriend

That was until the front door of your guy’s shared apartment opened and Chae calmly walked in; you rushed to her, pulling Chaeng into a hug, “Where have you been?”

She smiled as she carefully removed her jacket, plastic covering her arm, “Getting a surprise for you.” You looked at her in confusion, till she showed you her forearm

Behind the plastic were beautifully written Roman numerals of your guy’s anniversary, you held in a small gasp as you looked at your girlfriend in disbelief

“Chae, you know those are permanent, right?” Chaeyoung smiled as she pulled you into a kiss, her slightly chapped lips brushing yours as she pulled away, “Yes. But so are we.”

Tzuyu

Tzuyu had brought you home for the holidays, and ever since you two have been home; all she has done is coo over Gucci. Not that you minded, you were just jealous...of a dog

Your girlfriend had left you home alone as she went out with her mom, so you decided to spend some time in the living room on your phone. Until Gucci decided to join in, and sit on your lap

You looked at him as you placed your phone down, looking him in the eye, “Look. I get you’ve been in Chewy’s life a lot longer than I have, but I really love her, okay. And ever since we’ve been here, you keep stealing her from me; and you’re cute and all, and I get you just want the best for her. But cut me some slack, please. I promise you can chew out my throat if I ever hurt her.”

You suddenly felt a soft kiss against your cheek as you turn to see Tzuyu, you flushed, “Uh...hi. How long have you been here?” Tzuyu smiled as you pet Gucci’s head, “Long enough to know what’s going on.” You groaned.

Your girlfriend just smiled as she kissed your cheek again, “Don’t worry, Y/N-ah. It was cute. And I love you too. The both of you.”

[fire-the-headcanons]

Lionheart chuckled. "No, you're supposed to respect them as dangerous opponents to the work we do. Five of these tribes still operate in Anima today, though their influence is nowhere near what it once was. You may find this lesson a little more… practical than most."

Gods. It had to come up eventually—Huntsmen didn't just fight Grimm. They knew when they signed up there would be lessons on… on killing bandits… But the second month of school? Some luck.

Qrow watched the professor through his bangs as Lionheart set the chalk on the tray and folded his arms behind his back, tail swishing slowly behind him as always.

"They're just bandits," the same girl said.

Follow the Beacon Qrow—Doomed to Repeat It

[Link to Masterpost]

[TW: child abuse, abuse, PTSD, anxiety, panic attacks. A lot happens here. I think I got all relevant warnings. Summary at the bottom as always.]

[In Volume 5, Yang mopped the floor with the cousins Branwens without breaking a sweat, but in World of Remnant Qrow also described the bandits as being surprisingly competent. This is why I have a few good fighters leading the tribe, and the rest are just opportunistic a*holes. 

 Anyways, here you go! Have a pile of my angstiest headcanons...]

"…letting Vale rebuild the southern wall. On to Anima—does anyone know what was happening in Mistral during the Xan Era?" Lionheart asked, glancing over his shoulder as his chalk hovered an inch from the board.

"The Bandit Queen!" someone shouted. "I love that movie!"

Qrow's pen froze in his notebook. Had he misheard? But no, Raven stopped too. 

"Yes, well, I'm afraid the film embellishes some details," Lionheart chuckled, writing THE GREATER BANDIT WAR on the board. "But yes, that is the general idea. Bandits have always been a problem in Anima, much more than in Sanus. Any ideas as to why?"

"…Well, Anima has a lot more villages outside the main kingdom than Sanus." 

"It does. Anima’s climate is far milder and more predictable. Homesteading outside of the kingdom has always been easier, and sadly in the case of banditry more prey means more predators."

The pen shook in Qrow's hand as he copied what Lionheart was writing on the board. He'd been having an okay day until now...

"Historians agree it was actually a drought that began the war. Crops failed, and people began to congregate in the cities—especially in Mistral. As Marin mentioned, there were six major tribes roaming Anima at the time, and they quickly found themselves with no one to take food from."

"What, are we supposed to feel sorry for them?" someone grumbled from the third row.

Lionheart chuckled. "No, you're supposed to respect them as dangerous opponents to the work we do. Five of these tribes still operate in Anima today, though their influence is nowhere near what it once was. You may find this lesson a little more… practical than most."

Gods. It had to come up eventually—Huntsmen didn't just fight Grimm. They knew when they signed up there would be lessons on… on killing bandits… But the second month of school? Some luck.

Qrow watched the professor through his bangs as Lionheart set the chalk on the tray and folded his arms behind his back, tail swishing slowly behind him as always.

"They're just bandits," the same girl said. Tiffany? That was her name, right?

"Bandit tribes are the second-best fighters on Remnant, after Huntsmen," Lionheart warned. "And you cannot afford to take them lightly. I am from Anima, I fought plenty before I took up teaching."

"What makes them so dangerous?" someone else asked.

Lionheart smiled. "That is precisely the sort of question you should be asking to get the most from this subject. But to answer it—bandits are just as practiced in the use of aura as any Huntsman or Huntress, and every single one has had their Semblance unlocked since the age of five."

The class broke into astonished mutters and whispers, and Qrow looked down at his notes again. "How's that possible?"

"The tribes have some… unique practices. Some anthropologists go so far as to call it a religion—they justify their actions through a simple code: 'the strong live, the weak die'."

Qrow's stomach curdled.

"Most of you found your Semblances in a moment of need, or intense emotion, correct?" Lionheart continued. "In order to make their people stronger, they do not train their children to generate a defensive aura until after their Semblance is unlocked." More shocked whispers from the students. "As Semblances frequently manifest during times of duress… if a bandit has not found theirs by the age of five, they face a trial of some kind—most often beatings—until they do, or die trying.”

He dropped the pen and folded his hands under the desk so no one would see them shaking. Next to him Raven continued to scratch out notes. But it had been easier for her—Raven’s portals were obvious, showy, and manifested within a few minutes. It hadn't taken the tribe any time at all to figure out what she could do. 

...Maybe if he'd been allowed to discover his Semblance naturally, he'd be able to control it.

“That’s barbaric!”

"True, but remember their code, 'the strong live, the weak die'." Lionheart's voice dragged his attention back to the current danger. "If a bandit does not have a Semblance, the tribesmen see them as unfit to survive. And while cruel, it is effective—the practice is one reason the tribes persist to this day.” 

His tail lashed as he began to pace in front of his desk. "Another is their hit-and-run tactics… raiding a village generates a lot of negative emotions, and will almost always draw in the Creatures of Grimm. Huntsmen sent to aid the town are frequently too occupied fending them off to catch the bandits before they disappear into the wilderness."

He turned to the other chalkboard, the one with the permanent map of Remnant, and began to draw lines across Anima. "The tribes each have their own territory, bordered by natural barriers just like the kingdoms, preventing them from fighting with each other too much. Since the Great War and the founding of the Huntsman academies, the territory that contains Mistral was cleared when the Mathon tribe was wiped out."

Bones had been furious. The tribe burned three villages to the ground without even taking anything, and Qrow and Raven earned their brands a year early.

Please. Please, just let the bell ring.

"The other tribes have weakened considerably as well, particularly those close to Mistral. As technology has improved, so have our response times. The current council is hopeful that the rest of the tribes will fall before the end of this era, and have dedicated significant resources to fighting them. …Mister and Miss Taupe, you are from Anima, correct?" 

Qrow's blood froze. Every eye in the room was staring directly at them.

"Do you know which tribe was active near your home?"

He didn't look up. The question hung in the air, demanding an answer. Raven was shaking, he could feel through the bench. He swallowed and croaked out, "Branwen."

"Ah, hem, yes," Lionheart said. "In the Xan Era, the Branwen tribe was the largest of the six…"

* * *

The bell rang, mercifully cutting off the discussion of battle tactics during the sacking of Mistral. Lionheart glanced at the clock in surprise, finally returning to the present. "We got a little off-track there, didn't we?" he chuckled, finally setting down his chalk. 

Qrow and Raven hurriedly shoved their things into their bags as he continued. "Make sure you've read chapter three in the textbook. Instead of a write-up, let's do an essay comparing the modern tribes to their Xan Era counterparts—you'll find some information on the contemporary tribes in chapter seventy-eight, but use at least a few additional sources and cite them appropriately. I’ll set the due date at the end of the month—"

"How about after Halloween?"

"Ah, yes. I'll post the specifics online tonight. Class dismissed."

Raven took off, almost running for the door and disappearing through. None of the other students seemed to notice as they gathered their things, but Lionheart was staring. Qrow just busied himself with writing the assignment down.

"I'm sorry." Qrow jumped—the professor had moved right in front of his desk. "I didn't consider whether you may have encountered the tribes before."

Qrow stared at him, frozen, uncomprehending.

“But, I suppose everyone in Anima's lost someone to bandits or the Grimm attacks they cause. Particularly the Huntsmen…“

"…Our parents,"  he lied.

He nodded, eyes closing for a moment. "The Branwens are particularly vicious.” Qrow’s hand tightened on his bag. “If I may offer a word of advice, young man… if you came here to get revenge, do not underestimate them."

His mouth went bitterly dry. "Have you…met…"

"A very long time ago. Probably before you were born. Please, pass my apology on to your sister?"

"Yes, sir." Qrow slung his bag over his shoulder and headed down the stairs, but Lionheart caught him as he passed.

"It's good to have you here with us." He gently squeezed before letting go and turning toward his desk.

Qrow forced himself not to run from the room, and went to find Raven.

[Summary— Lionheart has a history lesson on the bandit tribes of Anima and triggers Qrow's PTSD while also terrifying Raven. Bones was not a good person. Lionheart assigns an essay, due at the end of the month, on the difference between the historical tribes and the modern ones.]

Next Chapter: Taiyang—HATCHING a Plan

[plague-of-insomnia]

👻 Do the WDH Boys Believe in Spirits? 👻

With Halloween on the horizon, @luci-on-the-moon and I have been talking about the holiday and all things tangential to it when it comes to the four boys (Seb, Bard, Ciel, and Finny) in Where Demons Hide. (We might even do a little Halloween side story!)

Since our WDH food headcanon posts were pretty well received, we thought doing more HC posts could be fun in between chapters.

For this one, we asked the question:

Do the boys believe in spirits, and if so, do they fear them?

Ciel No. Ciel is too rational, so he doesn’t believe in ghosts or anything like that. He is open to the possibility of psychic phenomena, since we know very little about the brain, and it’s possible there are things we don’t understand now (like germs once upon a time) that we may in the future.

Finny Yes and yes! Finny is a huge believer in ghosts and is also terrified of them. He’s convinced he’s seen a ghost on more than one occasion, and he won’t listen to Ciel’s logical explanations of what said “ghosts” actually were. He doesn’t have a phobia of the dark, but darkness unsettles him for several reasons, including the fact that ghosts prefer it, and are more likely to appear when there isn’t light to banish them.

Bard Sorta for both. Bard doesn’t believe in ghosts and spirits per se, but he’s seen a lot of shit and he’s not entirely willing to dismiss the idea that they exist, so he likes to hedge his bets. This means he can be very superstitious. He doesn’t necessarily believe in it, but why take his chances? So he’ll knock on wood, toss salt over his shoulder, kiss his guns before he starts work for the day/night. That kind of thing. Seb teases him incessantly for some of his seemingly pointless rituals— “why don’t you kiss my ass for luck?”

Seb Yes and no. Heaven doesn’t exist and hell is on earth, so he definitely believes in ghosts and yokai (various gods, demons, and spirits). He isn’t afraid of them; humans do far more harm than any spirit could. Sebastian learned a lot from Tanaka, including the belief that anything can have a spirit, even inanimate objects—items that are well used/well loved especially. Part of his training involved a reverence for his weapons, especially the most important ones: his katana, his large Bowie knife, and his Glock. He has a ritual he goes through when he prepares for big missions, as well as after, that can involve cleaning them in a particular way, and usually a kind of prayer of thanks and appreciation. It’s the closest thing to religion in his life, and it’s very important to him. Bard doesn’t really understand. He once teased Sebastian when they hadn’t known each other very long for praying to his katana, only to find the weapon at his throat seconds later. Sebastian forced Bard to “apologize” for offending the spirit of the sword by going though a formal ritual for it. Bard still sometimes gives Seb a hard time about it all, but he’s come to respect his friend’s beliefs.

Here’s a little mini scene of Bard & Seb squabbling:

Bard: (kisses his guns; holsters them). Let’s go.

Seb: Why do you do that?

Bard: Do what?

Seb: Kiss your guns.

Bard: For luck?

Seb: (laughs; sarcastically) Riiight.

Bard: (irritated) Says the guy who prays to his gd sword.

Seb: Do you see me deepthroating my katana, Bard? For fucksake. Weapons deserve respect. Not smooches.

Bard: (angry) I am respecting them. With a kiss.

Seb: Giving weapons that serve me and protect my life the proper reverence isn’t the same as your silly superstitions. Like knocking on a table or throwing salt around. Who the fuck came up with that bullshit?

Bard: Go fuck yourself.

Seb: (grinning) Gladly. Wanna watch?

Bard: (rolling his eyes) Shut up. We got a job to do.