#also bugs gotta be going EVERYWHERE

[rememberingnoah]

do you guys think bree has a hard time hearing??

like all that whooshing noise when she runs super fast gotta be loud af. that can not be good for your ears

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

going outside when it's 91 degrees out and taking pictures of the dozens of wasps flying around is absolutely one of my favorite activities it is so fun i HIGHLY recommended it

[portgasdwrld]

★ Hickeys

ೃ⁀➷do they suck (lol) at hickeys, giver or receiver?, how? all answered down below by your beloved Tomie✨

ೃ⁀➷Psss this is a head-canon, take it lightly~

ೃ⁀➷ Suggestive, implied f!reader, NSFW language

ೃ⁀➷ monster trio + Law+ Ace

: ̗̀➛ Luffy

He’s the type to receive them more than to give

When he realizes he has hickeys, he’s just gonna wonder how it’s even possible and if smth hit his neck during a fight💀

Probably gonna bug Chopper about it, until he brushes him off mentioning it’s nothing

Then when you’re making out and you linger on his neck, it clicks into his mind. He yells a « ooohh, It was you! » after realizing that, it surprises you and you almost bit his skin-

He’s down to try it when you explain that you want them on you too

« You want me to suck your skin a little until it bruises? A bit like when you bruise after a fight? »

« Ugh… not the same but you got the spirit? »

He’s dense, but he tried and he didn’t do as bad as you thought

: ̗̀➛ Law

LMAO?? Wouldn’t he be the type to lowkey hit you with a scientific facts that hickeys can kill you if done wrong🤓😭

Ik he would. Im so sorry😮‍💨

On another note, tbh I feel like he’s just sooo into it, when his mind is fogged by lust. He will be making out with you and damn, he’s now leaving wet kisses all over your neck. That itself, just awaken some type of possessive strike and you’re left with hickeys a bit everywhere.

Will quietly eye them when y’all are cuddling after sex. He won’t comment on it beside if you point them out.

“They look great.”

It would be the most reaction you will get out of him. He’s so hot though- intrusive thoughts but they are real 😔

He doesn’t mind at all if you leave some on him fr. Like if it’s done within the right vibe and y’all are just kicking it and you’re riding him or y’all in lotus position, he might even groan and moan a little louder and curse under his breath.

: ̗̀➛ Sanji

Oh his mouth is ALLL OVERR your body. He’s kissing, praising, leaving hickeys all over your body. On you chest, between your thighs, on you collarbone.

He’s almost in a trance while he loves your body and mark it. He’s gotta to enjoy his pretty lover and you bet he’s gonna make it known that you are his and he’s the lucky man who has you!!

He’s so sweet about it, with sweet compliments, but it’s a bit messy too. Wet patches, mumbles from his muffled lips.

He’s SOOOOO down if you wanna do it on him. He gets very excited and can’t stop smiling and touching your body.

“Yes of course I’m down! Wanna try it rn? We got time yk..”

Best boy 🤧

ೃ⁀➷ Zoro

His neck always has some hickeys from you. He thought he hated it, but he quickly got over it and finds it hot now.

He doesn’t care too much if someone stare at them, but he will throw a curse out with a deadpan expression, if someone made a snarky comment.

He also has this possessive strike, so you bet you’re gonna have some type of bruises-hickeys on your body after y’all are done. Because he doesn’t go easy on you, he will be thrusting deep into you, while silencing you with his fingers deep in your mouth. Along with that, his mouth is nibbling on you neck and all your sensitive spots.

It’s an overstimulating mess.

He smirks satisfied when he sees you marked up, moaning his name and completely lost into his touch.

ೃ⁀➷ Ace

Oh, this man here has the biggest possessive strike out of all the men here.

I touched on the subject a little on my NSFW head canon, but he definitely love giving them. He whines when you do, because he’s apparently allergic to shirts and get slightly annoyed when each of his friends on the ship makes some jokes.

He loves that everyone knows you’re his. Because he gets to have one person for him, that actually feels love toward him and someone he can trust??! That’s the life prize!

Every time he fucks you, he makes sure that hickeys are created everywhere on your body.

He will shower you with attention and cocky comments as he sucks on to your skin.

It’s his specialty😮‍💨

[azulock]

so I wanna requests the guys as dads, I remember at some point you said you wanted to do something like this and I really wanna see it

Time to rull up my sleeves, cause I did say I was gonna do one of those right? Back when I got annoyed that all I found was girl dad this girl dad that and I got tired of all the typical gendering going on in dad fics.

Ryusei Shidou

Girl dad in the most chaotic way possible. Tiaras coexist with bows and arrows as a princess fights off an invasion. Every doll and plushie has a tattoo made either with a sharpie or from a patch attached with hot glue. Every tea time is a mafia family meeting that always involves an assassination plot. And the barbies live very intense lives that inevitably delve into wrestling like storylines where each one has a gimmick, a long standing feud, and a clear thirst for blood.

Chaos may not be the best thing to keep an organized home, but it's good for mental development. And much like a kid, Shidou also thrives in creative chaos. He isn't the best at practical things, especially the ones involving routine and quiet time, but he has got his uses. Very good at wasting his daughter's energy until she drops straight into a deep sleep. His antics are also good at convincing her to eat pretty much anything. And of course, great at entertaining her so you can take a break.

Oliver Aiku

Boy dad but like he really doesn't care, he'd be giving the same extremely affectionate, and even a bit clingy, treatment to his kid no matter the gender - sugary sweet nicknames included. Probably heard people saying he coddles his son too much, treating him like a princess, but Oliver is good at playing deaf. Tho, that kid gonna have to fight for the right to have his feet touching the ground, cause dad wants to carry his offspring everywhere. Sure to raise a boy as clingy and openly affectionate as him.

Those reflexes honed for football are quite good at catching a kid before an ugly fall. And he's actually good at the general everyday stuff, surprisingly patient too. Takes a genuine interest in the things his son likes, so when the boy shows sudden interest in colorful nail polish, he'll show up to a match with badly painted soft purple nails. Likes sleeping on the floor with his boy, when asked why the floor and not the bed he brings up the old man excuse of "the floor is good for my back".

Reo Mikage

Girl dad and he was ready for a little princess, but what he got was more of a cave dwelling gremlin. He was expecting frilly dresses and tea time but he gets a little girl who likes bugs, playing in the mud and digging things from the ground. It hits him as a surprise but he adapts to that, and as much as he isn't very excited for the cleanup afterward, he is always eager to entertain his girl's odd interests. If buying dinosaur fossils weren't such a legal can of worms he'd buy one just to bury it for her to dig up.

If he wasn't convinced to go to therapy before, now is the moment to convince him. Just gotta say he should do it not to become like his dad and he's gonna be booking the appointment fast. Will be reading child pedagogy books and shit like that to make sure he can be a good and understanding dad. Really just trying to kill his family's trauma conga line at himself - wants his daughter to trust and count on him in the way he never could with his dad.

Michael Kaiser

Boy dad but to the gentlest, sweetest of souls, a little boy who seems to have absolutely nothing in common with his dad, aside from some physical traits. It at the same time shocks and scares him, because the world out there is not kind to sweet people. But while the boy is at home, Kaiser can keep him safe. It does frustrate him a little bit when he tries to get his son into football but the boy is more into art than sports, but he learns to move past that. Truth is, he wanted the boy to mirror his traits a bit more, so this is a humbling experience.

That poor rose tattoo of his does not see a day of peace after his son learned to color. Tho, Kaiser gets used to the shaky new roses drawn on his skin fair enough. And he actually considers getting a full tattoo of just lineart and not colors just to let the boy color in. He's not the most patient so he has a bit of a hard time getting used to the whole parenting thing, but he does try his best. Also, whenever he takes his son out somewhere he makes their clothes match in color scheme.

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[blubushie]

Be me out working on my truck shirtless when some little girl walks up to me from the footpath and asks me if she can ask me a question. Her dad is close on her heels trying to call her back like I'm a rabid dog, but he's also apologising profusely.

I look at her, put down my battery cables, and tell her she just asked me a question, but to hit me with another.

She finds this funny and then she asks what my top surgery scars are from. She seems a bit embarassed by it and like she obviously doesn't want to offend me.

Ohfuck.jpeg

I look at her. Look at dad. Look at her. Look at dad. Look at her. Uhh. Dad. Her. Uhhhh. Dad. Uhhhh. Her.

"Well, I've got a bad heart, so the doctors took my heart out and turn it backwards, and now it works right. But they had to go through my chest obviously, so that's how they did it."

Her eyes go big the moment I start talking. I think the accent surprised her. But instead of commenting on that she let me finish and then went, "THEY TOOK YOUR HEART OUT?!"

"They took my heart out! And now it ticks funny, but at least it ticks, ay."

She looks back over her shoulder. "DAD THEY TOOK HIS HEART OUT."

And dad goes "Wow that's crazy I am so sorry about her ok let's go home-"

But little girl goes "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Referring to me and my battery cables.

And I go "Well, see, cars get old, and batteries get old, so you get alkaline on the batteries. That's all this white stuff."

"Oh I've seen that on batteries before!"

"Yeah, so, the way to get that stuff off is to get some baking soda and some water, and it just eats away at it, like—well, you wanna try? Can she try, dad?"

"I WANNA TRY"

So dad gives her the ok and I tell her to put her foot up on the bumper cuz it's a bit high for her yet, and she climbs on up. And I give her the box of baking soda and go "Just sprinkle some on" and yeah she put on a bit too much but who cares. Then I give her the water bottle "Just spray it" and she gives it a spritz and FWOOSH the baking soda starts eating the alkaline right off the battery.

So I give her my toothbrush and tell her that now she's gotta scrub it, but she's gotta scrub slow cuz if she's too fast she'll flick alkaline everywhere and it's gonna eat through her shirt and burn her. So she's careful with her brushing. And then we washed off the cable and set it back in place and then she thanked me for letting her help and off they went back home and I heard her asking her dad what alkaline even IS on the way back, and why it's in batteries.

So, y'know. Sorry dad for the slew of questions you're gonna hafta answer on the way home. But you're welcome, little girl, for giving you something to bug your dad about.

And thanks for the clean cable.

I AM INTERSEX. Please do not tag with #trans. I love you my trans siblings but I'm tired of my intersex voice being erased for you to speak over me or claim my experiences as your own.

[frozenjokes]

deeply infatuated with them. so much so that you guys can have the full ficlet as a treat. And yeah he wears that dumb fuck lab coat to bed of course he does. he’s also a socks in bed wearer and if you don’t think so we will be dualing at dawn.

zombiecleo and the worst found family in the world vvv

Ow. Ow.

Mosquitos, deer flies, horse flies, bugs, Cub was being ravaged by bugs, he really hadn’t considered the bugs when he’d started this journey. In the Wisconsin northwoods you breathed them, all sorts, but the deer flies were his worst enemies, drawing blood even through the thick layers of.. well, moss didn’t feel like an accurate descriptor. It looked a little like moss, like life had reached toward the sky and captured the stars, brilliant and twinkling and everything good. But moss didn’t have teeth. Sculk did. Cub liked that about it. Whether it hurt more or less than the flies, that was up for debate, but the sculk was consistent, familiar, everywhere, and the flies were in his way.

But with all the bugs, there was some reprieve. Afterall, another source of food meant less of those teeth under Cub’s skin. Less pain, though, somehow, he still managed to miss it.

Sculk was alien. It was not supposed to be here. But it wanted to be.

Sculk was a parasite. So was Cub.

Ow- Fucking- stupid ass dumbass fucking-

Cub jolted awake with a screech, being shaken- dragged out of bed, the monster on his neck- he was falling, a bear- a black bear had got him, he was being dragged through the woods by a black bear- fuck- what bear was it you where you were supposed to play dead? Cub had thought the brown bear, there weren’t brown bears in Wisconsin- He tried anyway.

He realized the floor was not dirt. The paws awkwardly dragging him along weren’t black or brown. Momentarily stunned, he heard Cleo cackle through the darkness.

“Scar- Scar! What are you doing? Wait- No no- No! Scar!”

Cub had the wind knocked out of him as his kidnapper attempted to jump onto Cleo’s bed, his stomach slamming into the mattress before he was unceremoniously dragged all the way up over a howling Cleo. Briefly Cub was released, to which he cautiously began to move until the sheets were pulled so hard underneath him that he fell off balance, only to be grabbed by the throat, then shoved head first underneath.

Cub needed a second to breathe, utterly shocked he was still alive. Then a large weight fell on top of him, and breathing became a little harder. The weight began to purr.

“Scar.” Cleo gasped, sounding just as shaken as Cub felt, though not nearly as dazed. The purring ceased briefly, then began again, Cleo’s bewilderment remaining unanswered. “What- Why?” they tried again, which Scar seemed more receptive to.

“Easier to watch when you’re close together. This is better. Efficient. Safer.”

“We- We don’t need to be watched, Scar. We are safe. This room is safe. There is literally nothing in here that can hurt us.”

“That RenKing is awfully suspicious. It’s watching me.”

“He’s not on! He can not turn on by himself, we are fine.”

“What else lurks in the shadows, Cleo? You never know, you never know. One minute you’re safe, the next minute a hawk has swooped out of nowhere and grabbed your kitten, you gotta be careful, you gotta sleep together. It’s the best way to do it, it’s the best way.”

“I can not argue with you about this right now. Is Cub even alive?”

“He’s wriggling.” Cub was indeed wriggling. He wasn’t even uncomfortable per se, there was something deeply mollifying about having a large weight directly on your back, and he slept face down anyway, so this wasn’t a huge issue. Just adjusting.

“Let him go, Scar.”

Cub was a little offended by the implication that he could not get Scar off by himself- Scar was at least half his weight! “I’m fine.”

“He’s fine,” Scar parroted.

Cleo sighed, long and strained. She said no more. With enough passage of time, Cub stopped going to sleep in his own bed, since no amount of arguing was going to stop Scar from dragging him out of it every night. Though, out of all of Scar’s disruptive quirks, this was not something Cub minded all too much. He liked Cleo’s company, though he was relatively certain Cleo did not enjoy sleeping in a full bed nearly as much. Well, Cub definitely took up more room, but it wasn’t like she had slept alone since Scar had invited himself to sleep at their feet anyway.. then their legs.. then their stomach.. then their chest. Maybe this was always the next step. Cub wouldn’t be surprised if Scar had been planning it from the start. Oh well. No skin off his back.

uh if you like this there’s more of it on ao3 here’s a link

[generalpalacefishgoop]

Tina demon lore

(summary of the Feb 8 stream, skipped some convos so watch the stream for full context also the visuals are cool!)

Twitch VOD ID : 2056565806 (10:18:19 onwards!)

First, qTina started off flying (was a bug & not planned but she went with it as part of her lore)

(side note, she uses her demon voice a lot during this)

Her vision is filled with a silhouette of an eye? It comes and goes.

(...)

(About her flying) “I won’t do it again.  I swear to God. I won’t do it again. I was kidding ok? I was just um- Listen, I should never do stuff like that to gain advantage over others. I won’t do it, I promise. No watchers necessary.”

(...)

Fire starts to appear out of nowhere around her and Em. 

(...)

*covers Em underground* “I have no intentions of coming home. So fuck off! Ok? Leave me be.”

More fire appears.

(...)

“I’m just starting to think that some people are really mad at me, but it’s just because you know, a girl spread her wings a little bit, and that’s fine. It’s fine to spread your wings! It's fine. But maybe I shouldn’t have because it was for a dumb reason.” 

Em :”did you do anything bad?”

”No, I just did a little flying, you know, flying is not bad. Your Uncle Philza does it all the time! Like if I do it, what’s so wrong?”

Em :”yeah flying is fun i bet :D”

”It is but I shouldn’t have done it because now they’re after me, they’re gonna drag me down, they’re gonna drag me back.”

Then a key named “you” appeared in her inventory.

”They’re coming, they’re coming back and I don’t want them to, I’m not strong enough yet to protect you or me or your mom or anyone”

Em :”who?”

”I don’t know really, it’s hard to say.”

Another key appears, named “We will be waiting”

(...)

”What the fuck, argh. I feel dirty. I feel dirty. I feel disgusting.”

(...)

Em :”WAIT EOMMA YOU HAVE WINGS?”

“Some demon have wings. It’s you know, there’s lava everywhere.”

Em :”so you have wings :D”

“Yeah they’re little, they come out, they come in.”

Then a teared feather dropped.

(...)

“It’s not just flying. It comes with stuff, you know? like…It’s sin. It's a great sin. It’s not some theme park ride, ok? It comes with trauma, baggage, sin, hellfire, bad things, torture…you’ve gotta do crazy things to become like this, you get me?”

(...)

“They don’t like my type of flying. They don’t like that shit. Birds only, I guess.”

(...)

“You’re Mom Mouse needs to be here swiftly, she’ll know what to do.”

“If those eye motherfuckers have anything to do with this, I’ll tear them to shreds!

(...)

“They’re mad at me, they’re mad. I should have known better. I should’ve, but it felt good, just a little.”

Em :”i don’t like them you did nothing wrong eomma!!”

*chuckles* “You’re too good”

Em :”how can enjoying what you love be bad?”

“Well…there's a lot of reasons why enjoying what you love can be bad. It's just um- Maybe if you enjoy to not be such a great person you know? Enjoying to be bad is bad. That is the demon way. You heard Mouse. They don’t really understand the difference between good or bad sometimes, they think it’s just fun labels that they slap on shit but there is a very distinct difference, ok?”

Em :”Do you not like mami mouse?”

“I love Mouse. I love her and you know, I don’t really know what Mouse has done or she was just born that way and as far as I know, she’s just a little bit crazy, she doesn’t seem inherently evil, just chaotic”

(...)

More fire appears while she is fishing with Em and a red helmet/crown??

(...)

After going back to fishing, she got an achievement for a completed challenge. The achievement is called "Who's da New King of Hell?"

[slamsuckingslut]

r6 spetsnaz head canons (SLIGHT NSFW)

my 4 favorite beefy Russian men... Just little head canons i have about how they look (for tachanka and kapkan mainly, but glaz and fuze included anyway)

CREDIT TO ALL ARTISTS WHOS ART I HAVE USED IN THIS !!

TACHANKA / ALEXSANDR SENAVIEV

He most likely has graying hair, being in his 50s I believe?? Late 40s to early 50s, this man is graying, he's been through a divorce and has like 3 kids i think. His hair is a dark brown/black with gray streaks and roots, his eyebrows having already grayed with bits of black in them still. Very salt and peppered. He definitely isn't all muscle anymore in his older age, having a bit of pudge around his stomach, hips, chest and arms. Pretty much a super fucking muscular dad bod but better cause its our lord. He might have a few stretch marks hidden in the scars from battle on his body, but isn't ashamed if you point them out. I don't see him as the type to have a beard, maybe a mustache if you think about it too hard, but I'd guess clean cut just very stubbly. but LAWD he is most definitely hairy as hell everywhere else if we ignore the animation for his elite skin and how oiled up he looks... hnnggg.... BUT he most def has very hairy legs, some chest hair but not much, gotta show off the tats, and a happy trial. He is most def packing a monster and keeps his pubes slightly trimmed, just enough to be bearable, he's getting older, he cant be bothered to be as smooth shaven as when he was young.

10/10 would chew on him like a teething toy.

KAPKAN / MAXIM BUSADA

love of my life, apple of my eye, can do no wrong, babygirl... Okay so, he's in his late 30s, not so much graying yet but def getting there. He's got dark roots and light brown ends, most likely no beard just very long stubble. 5 o'clock shadow king. He's still quite fit, not as much squish as tachanka but most def still a bit squishable. he might have slight stretch marks around his arms or thighs. HE ALSO IS SO HAIRY. Literal Russian bear, okay?? This man is a hunter, he def stays hairy because quote, "A true hunter can be an animal himself." or some mystical quote about being a true hunter like that. But he's got hairy arms and legs, chest hair and a thick happy trail leading down to barely even trimmed pubes and again an absolute monster schlong. he seems like the type to go all natural with his shaving habits, only trimming it a bit if you ask. He most definitely has lots of scars around his body, and isn't afraid to tell you about them whenever you ask.

11/10, would put him in a jar and shake it around like he was a little bug.

GLAZ / TIMUR GLAZKOV

He's 30, and DAYUM does he look good.. his hair is black, you can tell that be looking at the obvious beard thing he's got. He doesn't seem like he'd be very hairy, being i think the youngest of the 4, he stays pretty clean shaven besides the beard. Not much body hair besides legs, arms, and a thin happy trail leading down to a medium monster and very well trimmed pubes. they aren't completely shaven, but are very short. He seems like he is mostly made of lean muscle, so he isn't the squishiest but is still very soft. I don't think he's really started to get stretch marks yet, but definitely has loads of scars, considers his body a canvas and the scars the art on it that tell the story, and of those stories he will only share a few with you if you ask cause most of them he doesn't really remember how he got either. Considering he's an artist, I like to think that he'll just have mystery stains on him. Like dude, why are your fingers lime green today?? He doesn't know either, he was just simply painting.

10/10, would tape a picture of him to my pillow and hump it. (only jk guys i swear...)

FUZE / SHUHRAT KESSIKBAYEV

My favorite partially mute, weirdly closed off, awkward and most likely autistic bbg. Based off the skin where you can see his face, he is clean shaven but is another 5 o'clock shadow KING. I think he'd either have very light brown hair, or black hair, no in between. He's in his early 30s but is most def getting squishy like tachanka already. he is a big boy guys. He doesn't have the dad bod type squish like tachanka does, maybe more like a bit of a tummy and THICCCKKKKK thighs and bulky arms. He has a few stretch marks, hates them, and also hates most of the scars he has. To him, they are only a reminder that his job involves a lot of pain, some of it permanant.. *cough cough* accidentally cluster charging that hostage *cough cough*.. but he wouldn't mind telling you about a few if you were close enough with him and asked nicely (bribed him while he was drunk). Considering his face is pretty clean shaven, he probably doesn't have much body hair but definitely enough. Hairy legs, arms, a little bit of chest hair and a somewhat thick hair but thin shaped happy trail leading down to a medium but THICK LIKE THE REST OF HIM monster and an absolute mess of pubes. He seems like a lonely man, he's got no real reason to shave em, so why should he?

12/10, is autistic like me, we would go nonverbal together and do some wicked shit like have a staring contest.

[jasperthejester]

was watching a1p8 and got to where the recording of cynthia was played and was struck with a Though (aka, a crack theory that worked better than it should the more i typed it out)

so we know chimera’s little birdies are everywhere, and it probably wouldnt take much to get a lower level agent loyal to chimera to bug cynthias office. but what if, it was susan?

susan is cynthia’s right hand man, they’d have access to almost everything cynthia does. while this is important to chimera as a whole, its also becomes important when curt gets involved again

how did the dma know curt was going to be there that night? did he just send tatiana down to the casino every night until he showed up? or did they know curt would be there then, because susan was right there?

during the world peace gala, susan is very intense on curt not going rogue, which helps out ass, but also prevents him from messing up chimera’s plans with the prince

in keep your eyes on the prize, they get so worked up during their “you gotta! you- you gotta!” and while its funny and a bit, it could also be the stress of being a double agent —especially that high up the chain— peaking through; they’re telling themselves they gotta keep their eyes on chimera’s prize

anyways yeah i think it be a fun au/crack theory

[rat-butch]

impera ghouls' fav art medium, from an art school dropout

found this in my notes app, i previously sent them to @gravehags but i'm posting it here because why the fuck not.

mountain's kinda obvious, but he really likes working with natural materials. enjoys woodworking and land art. despite his size, has very deft hands and is extremely delicate. makes a trip to the farm each season to get some beautiful fresh and golden hay to weave it into ornaments and jewelry. and let me tell you that's a testimony to his skill cause i literally cried over hay last october and I had to soak it in water to be able to bend it. the texture was disgusting and i got destroyed at the critique anyway lol

i've already said it before, but cumulus is totally into stamp carving and linocuts. 11/10, very calming, probably has rough hands since you have to use lots of white spirit to get the ink of off the lino, and you gotta use a special rough scrub to get ink out of your skin. puts her creations everywhere, gives you and the ghouls little cards and patches she printed herself :)

cirrus and sunshine probably share the screenprinting workshop. it's a very delicate craft, especially when you go for traditional paper stencils. but worry not, ghoul claws are sharper and more precise than your average cutter. though, a intricate multi-colored stencil implies there's a lot of drying time involved, especially on fabric. they always have some kind of brunch during that time, with tea and snacks and such. invite you to join them if you happen to pass by. (it's them printing the merch i know it)

aether makes very cool metal sculptures. he's got both the strength and the patience for it. you know those adorable little bird-shaped garden ornaments made from scrap metal ? yeah he did some because the local old ladies are always commissioning him to make them. also the workshop's babysitter, has to keep an eye on swiss and dew when they start beefing with a circular saw in their hands.

rain is very skilled in needlework. originally considered himself a better painter, since he's got a sharp eye and is good at color theory, but discovered all the ways you can use embroidery and sewing with an artistic approach during a workshop in his first year. sewed a costume made out of dried orange peels and called it 'orange leather' once. also interested in book binding. will get snappy if the others call him a little grandma while he's embroidering.

phantom is a photographer, and a pretty good graphist as well. he's too shy to admit it, but he really does know how to present his work. has the cleanest portfolio around, and is probably a huge perfectionist. i mean, perfectionism is kind of a must in art school but bug is an anxious wreck (give him a hug). very gentle, handles the lenses and lights with lots of care. mainly photographs landscapes and nature mortes, but enjoys taking portraits as well. makes a lot of self-portraits and will very shyly ask you to pose for him.

aurora makes little pop-up zines. it's a prefect way for her to give way to both her gentleness and chaotic nature. while pop-ups may look tedious to make, it's actually lots of fun, and you can get pretty chaotic with it too. has a whole collection of patterned and textured papers, she made most of them. probably has a 'cool paper stash' she hasn't touched because she doesn't want to 'waste them' and said paper is like christmas wrapping paper from 2016 (it's me i'm guilty).

dewdrop is more interest in contemporary art, especially sculpture. little guy has no patience and likes to break stuff, i see it as a match made in heaven. uses his fire ghoul abilities to burn different matters and experiment with them. kinda see him as my friend who burnt a humongous quantity of human hair for a project. was pissed no one cuddled him for two days because of the smell.

swiss is totally a performance artist. i mean, technically, all of the ghouls have a huge affinity with it, but swiss especially. a big fan of contemporary composers like john cage and karlheinz stockhausen, as well as bauhaus performance art. he likes to let loose, have fun exploring his body's and voice's capicities in an artistic light. probably submitted some kind of sextape as a project, but it's okay because the professor likes provocative stuff.

bonus : all of them probably were nude models for the evening classes at some point. i haven't included anatomical study in the hcs because no one in their right mind would enjoy sitting on a stool and drawing greek statues for 8 hours straight, but none of them would mind being the models. although they'll probably ask you for a massage afterwards because of how tiring it is to stay in the same position for so long.

[majimasleftasscheek]

Hi, im very sorry if this has already been answered or established somewhere else but im curious, with your Kazumaji stuff, around what time did they start dating (i.e. after the events of Yakuza 0 and all that) and how?

tbh, I dunno!

I don't really have an established date for that cuz sometimes I'm like man they'd be really cute during y0 and then other times I set it between post y0 and the beginning of y1. The latest they would start me thinks is some months after the events of y1 but in general it sorta depends on how I'm feeling and what silly scenarios play in my head

ideas under the cut tho 👀

if we're talking y0: I like to think Kiryu has to go to Sotenbori for some reason, be it business or he's there with Nishiki for some partying. he sees Majima at the Grand being depressed and is like "damn girl those bags under your eyes makes my dick go *boing sound effect*" and asks him out 🥺 Kiryu gets rejected immediately cuz Majima's in this cycle of 'I deserve nothing but pain and suffering' but Kiryu can't read the room so he is persistently showing up at the Grand despite Majima very obviously wanting to kick his ass. eventually he relents and goes on cute™ dates with Kiryu and realizes oof maybe human intimacy be kinda gucci

if between y0 and y1: Majima's fresh in his mad dog era starting shit with people just to be annoying and Kiryu's one of his targets mainly due to the events of y0. he's kinda like "lol this goober really did some important plot stuff, huh?" and his curiosity gets the better of him because Kiryu is an enigma who eats bugs and Majima cannot suppress his need to get some sense of understanding on this weirdo. in this timeline, it's more one-sided affection from Majima that comes in the form of stabbing while Kiryu is desperately trying to fight the gay allegations and failing. eventually he caves but it's a sorta unofficial, on and off thing that Kiryu doesn't really know how to evaluate for himself. Majima doesn't really care what they are since he's high on life atm and has a cute dude with big boobs on his arm

if during y1: literally just everything Majima Everywhere. Goromi. GOROMI 😩💦 Kiryu is all: I LIKE PUSSY but everyone's like okay big man then why's Majima pole dancing for you huh. the two braincells he has start to click and he realizes maybe Majima wants to hold hands or something unthinkable like that. ngl I like to think Kiryu's thing for Yumi is like a demisexual bi thing where he's like, I do love her but she don't zap my brain quite like the bowlcut freak who knows how to punch me real good and it becomes sorta his personal introspective journey during this time. Majima is also floating in the space of am I doing this for his benefit cuz "training" or am I falling for this dork. he's pretty sad about it cuz of the Saejima reminder vibes but eventually Kiryu falls into his own person that Majima really meshes with and the two of them struggle to actually voice how they feel all the while their pants are down in some dirty alley

if after y1: (going to insert shit from a fic I'm working on) Kiryu's absolutely devastated with what happened in the Millennium Tower + now having to take care of Haruka that he's shut himself off from everyone and everything other than doing the bare minimum to live. in comes Majima being a menace like yo you can't like, let a child parent herself you gotta get outta this slump and Kiryu's all fuck you stop breaking into my house. so it's a long pain in the ass process to help Kiryu deal with his grief while Majima keeps unintentionally making googoo eyes at him and both of them are like boy I sure hope this doesn't awaken anything within me. there's also a lotta dadjima stuff going on and Kiryu's like wowie zowie so you do have a heart and Majima's like no way loser while being just 😳👉👈

[starsurface]

Hcs for CG Kotal Kahn MK11 with a baby regressor 🥺

Yes of course!!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kotal Kahn Hcs

👑 Oh my goodness, loves baby regressors, but is also so scared to accidently hurt you!!! :(

👑 Your so precious and soft, warrior or not, now your his little baby

👑 Kotal's a big guy, and he's a little afraid of accidentally grabbing you slightly too hard or set you down wrong

👑 You gotta make sure to tell him that he's going to be okay hugging and carrying you because he's obviously being gentle and he's never hurt you in the past (he's just being cautious)

👑 But honestly, this man is a cuddle bug, he adores cuddling with you and squeezing you and oh my goodness you're just so adorable!!

👑 Adores tummy time but more specifically, when you lay on top of him

👑 Finds it entertaining if you try to eat his nose because of how small you are

👑 He finds a lot of things you do funny

👑 Holding into his finger tightly before he dared moved your bottle slightly out of your mouth? He didn't know you had such a powerful grip!!

👑 Getting fussy and the only thing that will calm you down is either your paci, or chewing on his hand (he's okay with it), how interesting

👑 If you go nonverbal or mostly just babble, his supporting of it!! And encourages it!!

👑 But uh . . . He wasn't the best with it at first.

👑 Got a bit confused with babbling, especially when you first do it

👑 Like, it's adorable, little one . . . But what are you saying??

👑 Don't worry, he gets better over time, and adores it when you just babble to him like it's a normal conversation

👑 Panics the first time you babbled because you wanted or needed something and ran around the room confused

👑 Treats you like royalty!!! You are his little prince/princess/Little royalty after all

👑 You saw something you wanted at the market? Already buying it, it doesn't really matter the price. Yummy food that looks delicious? It’ll already be in your hands

👑 Who's going to question a Kahn after all? Especially if it's during MKX, he gets a little less stricter around MK11

👑 Since your so young, you get away with a lot of things because your so small

👑 (^ Also you couldn't have MEANT do it, so there's no real need to take action)

👑 If your a bit older though, he'd probably give you a time out and no amount of fussing will change his mind (justice must be served and what not)

👑 Although if you begin crying . . . he'll most likely drop it

👑 I'm not sure exactly how his powers work, but I know he can do stuff with light?? Like, sun powers?

👑 He'll be your night light, don't you worry (or atleast keep a small beam until you fast asleep)

👑 If your a very sleepy little, that works out perfectly for both you and him

👑 You get to cuddle up to him and he gets to carry you around everywhere? Sign him up!! :D

👑 No one, and I mean no one, will ever judge you for regressing out in public (someone did once and they were ‘let go’ of their position)

👑 More MK11 Aftermath, but even if he isn't Kahn anymore, he still treats you like royalty

👑 I like to imagine him and Jade (or atleast him) were put back into General command so he still has some power

👑 Kitana adores you and not only do you have the General on your side, but the entire royal house

👑 No ones making fun of you, and you get spoiled >:3

👑 Kotal's favorite CG nicknames are Ko-Ko, Papa, Dada, and Ko-Ta

👑 So many nicknames for you!!! Mostly royalty related, but also likes calling you Pumpkin, Sweetheart, Baby Girl/Boy, Little One

👑 Favorite activity is to just cradle you in his arm

👑 Your just so . . . tiny, and small in his arms

👑 (^ is also really helps you feel small)

👑 He'll happily bottle feed you, or walk around the room and bounce you until you fall asleep

👑 Likes to help you with little activities!!

👑 You'll sit on his lap and try to figure out what blocks go into what

👑 Will praise you and give you candy when you've done it all correctly!! :D

👑 (^ Although if you just hand him the block . . . he'll do it for you, and still give you candy)

👑 Unfortunately, no thumb sucking allowed >:(

👑 Instead he gets you a paci or a teether

👑 But like, a really fancy decorated paci

👑 And one of the best tethers you can find

👑 Only the best for his baby, after all!!

👑 However, if your out in public or don't have access to your stuff, he'll allow it for now

👑 Will buy you 100 and 1 stuffies, and still buy you more if you request

👑 HE is slowly losing bedspace

👑 Why? Because the stuffies need a spot to sleep!! And his bed’s so big already!! 🥺

👑 Will play peek-a-boo with your stuffies just to make you giggle, it's music to his ears :]

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I really hope I got them somewhat right. I dont know a lot about Kotal, I just think he's super cool. :3

[takalzuoom]

Hello! I hope you're having a nice day! I wanted to request savanaclaw with a bear beastman s/o? They have a huge appetite, is cuddly, and is almost as lazy as Leona.

Gasp? I’m doing requests again?? ik ik this is really really late, (and this was one of my more recent ones lol)

but there’s no time like the present!

𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬/𝐨!

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚

black bear

Oh god, they’re everywhere, from swamps to desserts, even to fucking jungles. You don't realize how prominent bears are until you research em.  They also come in other colors?? Which is so weird to hear)

As much as I like to say Leona curls up into your bigger stature when you sleep, he doesn't, sorry babes 🤕

But oh my god, bears are adorable, like ah

Also, bears are (obviously) taller than lions… so except for an obvious height difference 🫦

And unfortunately… it's by a lot… Leona is 185cm / 6'0 so you’d be 200cm and 6’3 😺

I don’t make the laws, I only enforce them 😋

People don’t think you're a beast man, yeah I know, crazy right? Mainly because of your short ears and tails (Like how I found out Ruggie had a tail from one of his cards)

And since a lot of people think you won the genetic lottery, they just assume that the rising atmosphere is because you’re so tall and braully 

But Leona knew, oh god he knew the moment you entered Savanahclaw

Anyways, yall are like night and day. I mean, yeah, you're a bit sluggish, and a little slow, more of a gentle giant than a force of nature compared to Leona. Especially with his cold and calculating personality.

Yesh

But it surprisingly goes together??

No, you won't be able to pry Leona out of bed, but he can convince you to join him 😼🤭 (The most he’s ever done is offer you the spot with the most sun, and who are you willing to ignore an offer from the Leona Kingscholar)

Y/n: Leona get up, we gotta go to Trein’s class

Leona: And deal with his not-so-pop quiz, I don't think so. It'd be better for your health to take a nap, with me, in the sun. What’dya say 

Y/n :

If Leona ever loses you- what am I talking about, you're the tallest beast man/student in the school, which he likes- loves to rub in Malleus’ face 

Leona: Bet those horns are trying to concentrate on something 

Malleus: Interesting, cause I believe that ego of yours is compensating for something as well

Ladies ladies, please!

Even though you're more easygoing compared to Leona, you are still a bear beast man

Yes, you are a big cuddle bug and love hanging out with your friends/boyfriend… But my guy, you’re a fucking behemoth. So, unfortunately, you're gonna have some issues, like when people scurry away in fear whenever you're present 

Or dodge your ‘bear hugs’ matrix style because of your natural strength  

But that’s okay! Cause you’ve made it a game out of your friends to play ‘hide and go squeeze!’. They go about their daily life in constant fear of being ‘found’ by you… And boy oh boy do you get excited when you spot one. 

Floyd loves you

Though, there are some.... altercations.. about your reasonings on why you like squeezing the soul out of your friends 

Running full force with a beaming grin on your face with arms wide open, your long legs practically disappearing under you with how fast you were. Your friend's screams of horror echo through the historic buildings of NRC.

Obviously, Leona hears the shrills of your friends. 

He smirks ‘better them than me’

There will be some barriers to take care of. Like Leona’s pride, and his ‘no PDA rule’ …

Bitch 🙄

As previously stated, I would love to write about you encasing Leona in your big beefy arms as you lounge on his bed with the sun warming you both…

I mean you could try, just expect him to get VIOLENT

Or at least do it begrudgingly. 

And thus sparks your mission of getting him used to you

Now having a policy of not 1, not 2, not even3 or 4, but 5! Hugs per day!

And if you don't meet that quota with your friends… well.. 😈 

“Hug me and you’ll regret it” 

You're bound to at least get one hug from him!

Right?

:(

While you are more energetic than Leona; constantly chasing your friends around campus like Michael Meyers, you sometimes spend hours on end just lounging. 

Cause you, unfortunately, have a social battery that requires you to spend hours, and sometimes days alone. When your battery dies, it dies, and you won't budge. 

Becoming lazier than your boyfriend, you’ll just barge into his room, honey pot plushie in arm, and join him in bed. When he tries to wake you up... he can’t, cause you’re out cold

Of course, this had prompted some talks with Leona,  unfortunately for him (fortunately for you) you were in your mood and decided that you didn't care

Tbh, you're like an extremely toned-down Floyd

My guy, he loves you so much, he just doesn’t know how to show it 🥺

I’m lying, he buys you premium food and will dangle it over your head. 

If you aren’t terrorizing your friends or napping, you're munching 😼

Oh, you want that new black pasta with wagyu meatballs? Make Ruggie leave him alone

Ooooh, you want a bag of Doritos? Then deal with Ruggie

OOoooo you want this half-eaten lollipop he found on the field? Skip class and nap 

*double takes*

You are a human vacuum with an enabler

For my obey me fans, think of Beel

If Crewel takes away your emergency snacks, you're just pulling out more, if Trein confiscates those, you're simply pulling a bag of chips from your blazer???

Doesn’t help that your unique magic is honey pot. Allowing you to pull out what you want from any pocket/item you can place things in 

Ruggie: Man I’m starved… 👀

*Y/n pulling out a box of donuts from the trash*: Well I hope you have an appetite 

Y/n : *opens box*

Y/n: For nothing 🫵😼

you end up giving him another box cause you felt bad

You’re in the culinary club, sorry 🫤

Like yeah, you love having fun and physical activities and all… but free food 🤨

Delicious free food

But even if the food isn't all that great, food is food so you can't complain. And since you're the combined size of Riddle and Lilia, you need a lot

And you’re always bringing your food to Savanaclaw where you always feast with Ruggie. Sometimes when you're proud of your latest work, you’ll bring it to Leona to taste test

“Mid” This is the most delicious shit he's ever had-

Fine. If he can’t appreciate it then you’ll just bring it to Ruggie-

Leona: *Pulls out a slice of cake* Then you’ll miss out on dessert

Leona knowing that he got you to stay with him without actually having to put any effort / be vulnerable: 😼

You: 😦

I think that your tone shifts around Leona like with your friends you’re more outgoing. With Leona you’re calmer, not forcing yourself out there to not appear as the big bad bear you're implied to be. 

But just you. 

The good thing about Leona is that he doesn't care who you are (except if you're in Diasomnia) or what status you have in society. Cause if he likes you, he likes you

I think yall are cute, and many people don't see how you guys are even associated, let alone dating. 

𝐑𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞

Also a black bear!

I know I didn’t go too into detail about your appearance in Leona’s, but let's be real, he'll use it to scare Ruggie / Malleus away

But Ruggie on the other hand….😺

Boy oh boy does he have fun scaring the shit out of people with it (Whilst you -pretend to- remain oblivious to it all)

For example, someone cut Ruggie in line for food, already seeing their grubby hands reach for Leona's lunch.

Ruggie has two options.

 He can of course use his UM 

      2. confront them 

what you didn't know is that there’s a secret third option!

 Work smarter, not harder! Is his motto for a reason. So he doesn't see the harm in having you (temporarily) go in front of him. tap them on the shoulder leering down at them. 

Cleanup on aisle 3🤭

Yeah you're also tall asf

Though something I want to get out of the way is that  male hyenas are more submissive to female hyenas… however

You're a bear, and as far as I'm aware, you're not female 

But you're taller than him, so I think you guys have a pretty equal relationship.

As long as you're happy, he can't complain. And as long as he's happy, you are too. 

The favoritism is awful. 

Like… lawd 🪑🧍🏻

If you cause trouble in the dorm all Ruggie's gonna do is groan, complaining how you're making his job harder than it needs to be

That's it. 

But if it’s someone else, he gets so annoyed, like passive-aggressive towards them for days on end

Like tripping, ignoring, glaring- basically the whole 9 yards. 

And if someone blames you or points out favoritism? 

:)

Leona gets involved cause they’re just causing so much trouble now! Constantly spilling things, causing fights, and bringing down the dorm's average 

Sigh, if only they kept their trap shut, oh well!

The more I think about your and Ruggie’s relationship, the more I think about bees

Ruggie will do anything for you cause you're just so sexy

But, it’s an equal exchange. If he does something for you, you gotta do smthn for him

-Like crush him with your thighs-

Be careful, cause he would do anything you wanted (within his power) only to ask for smthn outlandish, (I’m thinking sexy time stuff)

Okay okay, he’ll ask you to take care of some heavy lifting around to dorm, how you react is up to you cause he’s your sweet whittle bf..

now let's see those muscles -

Fuck you, Ruggie likes em thick

Where he’s from food is scarce, so even now he likes someone with a little meat on their bones. 

Something about the way your tummy peaks through your shirt as your snoozing away just makes him want to bite you

You're taller than him. There's more of you to love!

Ik I’ve been making him thirst the whole time, but that's his doing, not mine. 

He values your quality time together, which isn't very often. 

When all is peaceful within the dorm and Leona isn’t man-babying it up, he's immediately running towards you for an impromptu hang out

Okay, there's something called Ruggie bucks. Hang with me here

The way it started was when he started charging you ‘Ruggie bucks’ for each food run 

Ofc you never heard of that, so you had to pay actual money for them 

He doesn't like to exploit you like that, but you know he loves you for you and not your money and valuables.. right?

Even so, the transactions begun

For every food/errand run, homework completion, and excuse on why you weren't in class, you had to cough it up

Luckily he gave you 50, but now you had to start spending wisely cause you were running low…

“Eh? You don't got enough Ruggie bucks? Hmm, that is a problem…” He thoughtfully said hand scratching his chin as he looked out into the distance 

Before you could even speak, a grin stretched across his face “Well, it seems like I’ve saved enough, and you're now technically indebted to me…so” he drawled out

“So?”

“You have to do something for me”

Oh brother

You groaned, Ruggie’s laugh echoing as your brain wrecked itself for ideas on what Ruggie was planning

“15 Ruggie bucks for 2 hours of cuddle time”

… What?

Ladies n gents, that's how you request affection from your partner without outwardly saying your touch starved, thank you, n' good night!

But honestly, this is a win for you

This is canon, suck my dick

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤

A polar bear!

Okay- every mc is taller than their boyfriend 🤭

Jack is 192? (6’3?) Sucks cause you’re 205 cm (6’6) 😎

And like how 5’7 seems different on a guy and a girl, but you're still taller

Oh my god. Like Leona yall are night and day. you exude friendliness and Jack exudes emo wolf man. 

I believe that you two met before NRC, not like with Vil but you two were neighbors. 

He and his younger brother (more to come later) were out playing in the snow when he tripped!!

Jack, worried like how a big brother should be quickly went over to help (and to destroy the ice block that harmed his brother >:( 

As Jack was about to reach him, the ice block starts rising, snow trickling off and disappearing into the holes it created in the already snow-laid ground. Jack could no longer see his brother as there was an ice wall in the way. 

Alarm bells rang erractily in Jack’s head as his ears tensed up. He tried running faster, but his legs were too short to run efficiently in the snow 

“Y-“

“Aww you woke me from my nap,” the ice block said

Legs tripping from shock, Jack landed face-first into the snow, his ears twitching from the sudden coldness. 

As he lay there only one thing was running through his mind… ‘did that ice just talk?’

Though they were in a snow pocket, he was able to pick up the sounds of muffled voices.

Yep, it did

Ladies and gentlemen that's how I met your husband

But from then on you wouldn't leave him alone. Constantly there to play with him and his sibling(s) 

At first, it was begrudgingly, or more like he was watching out for his siblings not sure if you were a danger or not. By the looks of your tall, slightly pudgy exterior and white ears, you're a polar bear. He thinks, cause you certainly are lazy 

And that never stopped. Even at NRC

I like to think that you guys aren’t dating yet, but had a mutual pining for each other ever since you were little. 

Wolves mate for life, so when he revealed his crush to his mom at the fine age of 13, she made a huge emphasis to make sure you're the one

So that's what he's been doing, making sure. 

For 3 years… 

Yeah...

Remember how I said Jack was a lone wolf? Well, it’s usually him alone or you trailing behind. The first years joining later on as you two were dragged into the group 

They were fine with Jack, as there were some people around his height in their respective dorms… but you? You were in another ballpark. 3 inches does not seem a lot, but when you're tall every inch counts *cue Epel clenching his fist*

Oh yeah, Epel keeps on staring at you for whatever reason… and Jack does not approve of it and immediately asks if you've noticed it

“Huh? Oh, yeah I have, but I don't mind since he’s kinda cute” you hummed, stretching your arms as you muttered something about an afternoon nap. But Jack didn’t like how easily you said ‘ Epel was cute’.

Jealously jealously

Leaving to ask Epel, you couldn't help the small chuckle leave your lips.

“Oh y/n? Yeah, I really admire them for their strength and for how tall they are…”

Mhmmm

Now Jack may be a little naïve, but he wasn't stupid so he knows nothing's going on between you two and knows Epel wouldn’t try anything (if he wasn't stupid)

Mission success!

Jack tried to keep you happy, cause wolves are and were ahead of the times. Valuing their partners equally no matter who they are

And as long as you're happy, he’s happy. 

You couldn't do anything wrong in his eyes. Come in with mud dripping all over the floor, scratches littering your skin as another, smaller member of savannah claw comes in looking like he just got mauled by a bear

He’ll lightly scowl you while he’s just so passive-aggressive… no. While he's just so aggressive towards the other guy, even if it’s an upper-class man. 

You don’t even have to shed some crocodile tears to get out of trouble. Though when Ruggie comes along, or Leona...

They don’t care, just stop causing trouble. 

If you thought that did anything to improve your relationship with the wolf... you were wrong

Still dancing around each other in a love tango, everyone could tell Jack was getting more and more exhausted, from trying to convince you to join some kind of sports team, to stop napping all the time - and spend time with him :( - or to not miss class

And with you being the oaf you are, just turned around and shooed him away

At least once I see Jack trying to drag you out of bed. Ik ik ooc of him but he was tired of being ignored, plus you had classes to do and as your best friend it was his duty to make sure you were taking advantage of the education you were given (and to make sure he kept his promise to your mom to score mom points!)

So he did the only thing he could, brute force

Let’s say it sounded… quite misleading… and Ruggie wouldn't look him in the eye for a while

But back on track, he would try to get you to join a sports team as you have such ‘raw potential (as Vargas puts it) that it would be a disservice to both you and the school if you didn't. 

Plus he was getting kind of sad seeing Vargas so… depressed

Jack swore he saw his muscles deflate 

But eventually, you did join a club!

The cooking club!…

Okay yeah no you're forced into a sports club cause Vargas was going to deduct points from you

He has you join volleyball! (Sorry guys but I really like volleyball, sue me)

And Jack is a man of honor, so he doesn’t attend any of your games, but at that point, he gets tired of all the whispers around you about your uniform. With the constant bugging from Ace, decided to see what that was all about

He wouldn't lie and say you weren't on the heavier side, after all, you are a polar bear. You can get into all the different things about biology.

But mama mia you were thick and ripped. Sure you a little pudge but that only meant you were well fed and he's glad to see his friends so healthy! 🤭

Just image Jack twitching/ scowling every time he calls you a friend

But he ends up going to your game and enjoys it! you play middle blocker and you're just stopping these skinny white boys with ease. It’s hilarious. Had a proud smirk every time you would block a spike, or hell, even spike the ball so hard he swore it made an indent 

He was wondering if you even broke a sweat

But by the end you run over and gladly encase him in a hug 🤭 His face may be scowling, but his tail is wagging - which he hopes you don't see- 

You both leave together, going to Sam's shop for a cute little snack. Though Jack followed you rather than stood next to you to make sure no creeps would peep

Respectful king

Some part of me thinks Jack likes things the way they are, not wanting to ruin your relationship

But he can't stop the way he stares at the back of your head silently when you're talking so animated about volleyball (you didn't even want to take part of) 

He wouldn't admit it to himself, but he would gladly listen to you babble about your hobbies, interests, and thoughts any day of the week. 

Though, he could hear your chatters turn to mush as you spun around, your signature aloof grin on your face as you stared at him

“You should join the team!”

Now that stopped him in his tracks. And like Christmas morning everything erupted to sound again

“…Huh?”

“The volleyball team! You’d be amazing at it! You’re tall, fast, smart, and importantly: strong” you agreed with yourself. 

“Plus” 

 Like a snake, you slithered, arms around his shoulders as you pressed against his back

“We could spend more time together”

He stiffened, ears and tail at alert as he knew you could feel his rapid heart pound against his rib cage. 

“Can’t” was all he could muster out, breaking from your evil clutches

“ ‘M already a part of the track and field club”

He turned to face your pouting face

“And besides” he smirked “I’d rather watch you”

I know this was more of a best friend kind of thing rather than relationship headcanons, but suck my dick 🫵😶

i feel like this whole post was just ooc stuff 

[romantique-dreams]

SAFE & SOUND ‒ S.H

summary: it was a long few days at work, and you were in need of some much needed tranquility time, but you didn't know you would end up on a table with your shirt off. leave it to steve to be your saving grace.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: 18+ minors dni!, drinking, swearing, topless reader, fluff, steve's paternal instincts kicking in, being drunk, descriptions of the act of vomiting. (that's all i can think of please let me know if you find more!)

“Hello?” Steve spoke, weary eyed, and dressed in only his boxers.

“Hey man, sorry to bug you so late. You have gotta come get your girl,” Eddies voice crackled over the wall phone. “She’s been a menace tonight, dancin’ on tables, strippin’ and shit.”

You had told Steve you were going to a small get together that night. It had been your first night off of work, and you were really looking for some much needed time with friends. Steve was invited but opted to stay home, not wanting to smother you too much since you were already at his place almost every night of the week. He wanted you to go have fun, but not as much fun as Eddie made it sound. It’s not that he didn’t want you to enjoy yourself, but you were a clumsy being; so much so that you had managed to burn a meal you were cooking and then spill it all over, ultimately slipping in the process. He can only imagine how you were with drinks in you.

“No, you’re fine. I’ll‒,” he was interrupted by a loud yawn. “Sorry, I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

“Okay, good. Hey, stop! No more drinks for you! Son of a‒,” and with that the line went dead. Steve could hear you fumbling with god knows what in the kitchen, and protesting that you were fine and it was ‘just one more shot’.

He let out a small chuckle and shuffled around his room, slippers scuffing against the hardwood floors. 

It was mid fall in Hawkins, leaves were starting to to change color and litter the ground, the air was bitterly cold in the shade, and the sun was starting to disappear into its hibernation for the winter time. He knew you were going to be cold, but he also knew you were going to go out kicking and screaming, so he was going to bring an incentive. He was bringing you one of his sweatshirts that smelled of him, specifically wearing it since you requested one when you left his house the night before. You never turned down one of his sweatshirts, it was always a safe haven for you. 

He slipped himself into a long sleeve henley shirt, the top few buttons undone, and slid some plaid pajama bottoms over his legs. Steve’s hair looked like he had just been through hell and back ‒ fly aways everywhere with some sticking straight up. The things he did for you. He departed from his warm room with another yawn and went out to his burgundy BMW while he twirled the keys around his finger, the sedan roaring to life as he turned the keys in the ignition. 

You were on the table, swinging your shirt in the air as Eddie was scrambling over to you, his fingers pinched over the bridge of his nose. You were only wearing your bra and a pair of jeans at this point, and it was hard to avoid the awkwardness of it all on Eddie’s end. He was shielding his eyes from your top half, staring at the shoes that were now scuffing his kitchen table. 

“For the love of god, can you please get down? I don’t want you hurting yourself, Steve will literally end me,” Eddie pleaded with a soft tug of your ankle, careful not to pull too hard, knowing you would most likely topple to the ground. 

“No, I’m having fun up here‒,”

“Just get down, Y/N.” Steve was now standing in front of you, face firm, and eyes laced with worry. He held out the sweatshirt in front of him, wiggling it in his grip.

You locked your eyes with his and then down to the sweatshirt, a blush blazing your cheeks. Looking at him brought you back to reality; you were topless, hair a mess, dancing on a table with a cup in your hand. God, this was embarrassing. You willingly obliged and sloppily climbed off of the dining room table, Steve’s gentle touch on your elbow as he helped you get down. Steve didn’t necessarily care how you looked, but being topless in front of all your friends, including Eddie, wasn’t an appealing thought. He handed you the sweatshirt, and you quickly slipped it over your bare top half, nuzzling your nose into the neck of the hood. 

Liquor was coursing through your veins, a haze was glazed over your half-lidded eyes, and your body swayed back and forth as you were still. You felt good, this was what you needed, until the nausea had set in. Steve was already escorting you out of Eddie’s trailer with a small ‘thank you for taking care of her’. Your stomach was doing flips, on a never ending roller coaster. You slowed your walk out to Steve’s car and hunched over, your mouth salivating and dripping off of your bottom lip. Your throat began to tighten as you felt the beginning of a gag coming, you hadn’t eaten much so hopefully nothing would come up. Your valiant effort didn’t do much, and the contents of your stomach were left on Eddie’s front yard. 

Steve was quick to notice the color draining from your face, easing you gently by rubbing circles on the small of your back as he slipped a hand in your hair to pull it from your face. He whispered small comforts into your ear, closing his eyes tightly with small crinkles forming around them. He wasn’t one that handled vomit all too well, but once again the things he did for you. A few more rounds of expelling all that you had in you passed and you sat yourself up. There was snot dripping from your nose that gathered at your cupid's bow, and rivulets of tears were staining your cheeks, leaving tread marks of mascara behind. If you had looked like a mess before, you looked like a disaster now. 

“Let's get you goin’, yeah? We’ll get you in bed all freshly showered, okay?” Steve offered, and wrapped his lanky arm around your torso, his bicep flexing from the weight you leaned onto him as you walked. 

You nodded blearily and accepted his help to get you to the car. The brunette opened the passenger side door for you, and even went as far as buckling you in and shutting the door after. Steve always had a paternal instinct within him, there was always a need to take care of whoever he was around. He felt like it was his duty to make sure every person he was ever in contact with should feel cared for and comfortable. He would go to any measure necessary as long as that resulted in alleviation of any struggles, or just feeling safe. He had never really gotten in touch with this protective side of him while in school, considering he was surrounded by complete assholes most of the dreadful 4 years; but it wasn’t until he came in contact with a group of ruthless kids and otherworldly monsters. He felt the most like himself in the timespan of fighting for his life and the kids, he was where he was meant to be. He could feel the utter joy spread throughout his body, his eyes lighting up like small fairy lights whenever he was able to put someone at ease, or bring a smile to their face. 

You fell forward, elbows resting on your knees, your face in your palms. You were now fighting a constant battle of trying not to throw up or pass out, not really succeeding at either. Once again you were now emptying the bile left in your stomach out of the passenger side window, Steve’s hand finding your back as he kept one on the stairs. He shushed you softly while the radio drowned out your gagging sounds, the bile burning the back of your throat. When you felt like this, you had always gotten emotional, scared of getting yelled at or reprimanded. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes once you had finished. 

Eventually you were both pulling into Steve’s driveway, his hand finding its way to your thigh, soft gentle squeezes being placed in order to provide you some sort of comfort. He hated seeing you when you didn’t feel good. He swiftly got out of the car after unbuckling you, pressing a warmhearted kiss to your forehead. In no time you were picked up with your legs hung over Steve’s forearm and his other hand cradling the curve of your back.

“Gonna get you inside, mmm‒, then we’re gonna get you a shower and layin’ down. Can’t have my sweet ‘thang feelin gross,” he whispered into your ear, hot breath fanning against the shell of your ear. 

You nodded weakly in response, and sighed.

 Your throat was raw, your head was pounding, your nose was congested to the point of no return, and you just over all wanted to crawl into a hole. This was supposed to be a night of relaxation, to forget about work, and be able to have fun for once; clearly that was not happening. 

He carried you through the entrance of his house and upstairs to the bathroom that was next to his room. He set you on the toilet with a ‘stay right there’, and left to get a change of clothes for you. He picked some items of clothing out for you, with a specific crew neck in mind; his yellow one that seemed to go missing every other month. He returned to the bathroom with the articles of clothing and set them down on the bathroom sink. 

“Alright, we’re gonna get you undressed, okay? Do you need help or do you think you can do it yourself?” Steve quirked an eyebrow up with a slight smile tugging on his lips. 

“No‒, no. I don’t need any help, I’m okay,” you rasped out.

You proceeded to slip off your clothes, starting with the sweatshirt that was given to you earlier by Steve. You followed with removing your bra, and pants with your underwear. Steve was careful not to ogle too much ‒ his mind in a constant state of confliction. You were so beautiful. He could drink in your silhouette for hours, getting lost in each one of the colorful flecks in your irises. 

Steve started the shower, steam seeping into the air, layering everything in the bathroom with a sticky film. He grabbed your hand in his and helped you into the shower. Your eyes shut reluctantly, letting out an appeased exhale. 

“Steve, could you‒, can you get in with me?” You whispered sheepishly over the sound of the running water. You really just wanted him near you, considering all of the embarrassment you surrounded yourself with tonight.

“Of course, sweet heart.”

Without hesitation Steve stepped into the shower, still clad in his pajama bottoms and t-shirt. The water quickly seeped into the fabric and clung to his body, outlining each feature on his able-bodied figure. He pulled you tightly to him before beginning to shampoo your hair. He rounded his fingertips on the crown of your head and slowly worked down to the hairs on the nape of your neck. You were melting into his touch, each rub more pleasing than the first. Once he was done shampooing he switched spots with you and gently leaned your head back. Each movement was tedious and laced with devotion. He was careful to shield the water from your eyes as it dripped down to your forehead while he rinsed out your intoxicatingly sweet shampoo. He moved onto the conditioner, only focusing on the ends because he remembered how you told him it got too greasy if you put it into your roots. 

“Thank you so much, Stevie boy. Love you so, so much,” you babbled as he squirted some body wash onto your loofah that you kept at his house. 

“Anything for you, sweets. Always gonna be here to take care of you.”

He paid close attention to his gentle motions of the loofah against your chest while the bubbles began to lather up on your velvety skin. As he finished washing you, ridding you of tonight's events, he turned you around once more to rinse the remaining conditioner out of your hair. His clothes were now fully saturated with water, socks and all. His brunette strands were ultimately plastered to his forehead, and small water droplets fell from his ridiculously unfair eyelashes, pooling at the tip of his chin. Steve gave you one last kiss to your cheek and stepped out of the bathroom, quickly changing into a different pair of clothes, discarding them outside on the balcony. He made sure to throw the clothes in the dryer to warm them a bit before you put them on. 

He was quick to return to the bathroom and reached in to shut the water off and help you out. He wrapped a large bath towel around you, and placed one around your shoulders, knowing you got cold after your showers. He then started to ruffle one into your hair, wrapping as best as he could with the position you were sitting in on the toilet. 

“Time to get ‘ya dressed,” Steve raised his eyebrows, waving the clothes in front of you.

He was nimble in getting you dressed in clothes, pulling you into a soft embrace immediately after. Steve’s love language had been physical touch, always being the first to place chaste kisses all over your cheeks, and show you his fondness of you.  

He escorted you to his bedroom, tucking you in beneath the sheets that were covered in his scent, the smell alone almost putting you to sleep. He left after, but returned with a glass of water and some saltine crackers for if you were hungry in the middle of the night. 

“Alright you get some rest now. I’ll be in bed in a little, gotta give my gratitude to Eddie for puttin’ up with your trouble butt.”

“Hey Steve?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“I love you so much, thank you for taking care of me, I really appreciate it.”

Steve grabbed your small hands in his, his chestnut eyes boring holes into you. 

“Absolutely anything for you, okay? I will always be takin’ care of you, my angel baby.”

a/n: i'm so sorry this is so rushed, i wanted to get it out as soon as possible. i'm going to be skimming over to see if i can find anything that i missed in my quick proofreading. likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! let me know if you liked it! -g

[julia4today]

girl I’m back after ~events~ So i got to thinking as i usually do of the punk brit. And while i praise him and think he could do no wrong,

that isn’t exactly true.

everyone has ‘cons.’ Things that are definitely not someone else’s cup of tea.

Like,

his shoes. Goddamn those shoes, now for context I’m someone who’s never wore shoes in the house. (they literally go everywhere, on every street, in every store)

And i know for a fact that man’s got crusted cop blood on those things.

In addition to that. Him putting those big ass grippers on your furniture, your coffee tables and counters are NOT safe from the feet.

his fucking lanky self. Now i know i pick on him a lot for being a goofy ass twig, (picking on my pookies is how i show love 💕) but this man FEELS like he weighs 400 hundred pounds. Laying on you HURTS, especially with his studded and spiked attire

(where all that weight going? Hell knows)

He’s confrontational and argumentative. He sticks close to his beliefs and absolutely will tell you when you fucked up or if you’re wrong,

(depending on your personality and own beliefs ((though to be honest i gotta feeling he’d probably only date those he knows have similar views to him)) you may end up in a lot of arguments)

this is getting long but i feel like this guy ain’t gonna let you know something’s bugging him in a emotional or even possible mental since. Only telling you once the ‘issue’ is solved later on. It would take him time to fully let go of past experiences, one’s that lead him to being not too upfront with his emotions.

And maybe you’re the same,

maybe it takes you doing the same to him for him to realize, the only way YOU’LL open up to him, is if HE opens up first.

yes!! always with the amazing ideas anon

homie is always putting his feet up, which would be fine if he hadn’t also just gone trudging through mud. there are so many substances on his boots, you have a rule specifically for him. ‘no boots.”

tbh i HATE feet and also i hate wearing shoes inside. it just makes my apartment feel dirty asl.

hobie def needs to learn how to be gentler. he’s super blunt and when he just calls you out in front of people, or just in a harsh way, it can make you feel horrible. speaking from experience, i’m so sensitive.

hobie would call you out and soon start hearing sniffles. you’d say nothing was wrong because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings, even though he had just hurt yours.

also it would be so funny to see hobie sleeping in your bed, your bed covered in pink, hello kitty, and bows

[inkdrawndreamer]

Because DC writers can't be bothered to research shit, here are some headcanons about the Riddler having OCD.

•Making up or solving riddles helps him calm down. Being able to solve a few small problems goes a long way toward getting his thoughts back on track.

•As a kid, his go-to method to calm down was to do math problems in his head. He still does it sometimes when his intrusive thoughts get really bad.

•When he is stressed, he gets more paranoid. He starts checking for bugs and trackers everywhere, and has been known to set up traps around his space prior to showering or sleeping.

•A lot of his intrusive thoughts while working are based around power tools. These can include screwing up a piece of machinery he was working on or injuring himself by accident. Working on computer parts is the worst for that. He checks everything multiple times before he does any kind of circuitry work, and even then he's kinda holding his breath the whole time.

•Coding sucks for similar reasons, but he backs up his work religiously, so it's not as bad.

•Contamination isn't a big fear of his, but medical issues are. He doesn't like hospitals, but he'll get checked out immediately if he gets any kind of head or back injury.

•His intrusive thoughts tend to include people watching/following him, being spied on, and being stolen from. His need to take credit for his crimes is sometimes at odds with his need for privacy.

•Originally, the riddles were a way for him to take credit for heists without giving his identity away. At this point, he has had enough copycats that he sometimes gets more frustrated when he gets off scot-free than when he gets caught because it means someone else took credit for his crimes. Part of why he likes fighting Batman so much is that Bruce can see the unintentional connections between his actions that other people don't. On the one hand, Ed genuinely wants to stump him, but he's also a bit disappointed anytime he actually manages to. Bruce's constant surveillance sends Ed's blood pressure through the roof, but being able to pull stunts right under his nose can make him feel invincible. Gotta love those symbiotic archrivalries.