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crescentofthegods · 2 months ago
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ALL TOO FAMILIAR!
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pairing: harry potter x fem!reader
request: cormac gets a little too touchy, but harry finds you just in time.
word count: 2,084
warnings: FLUFF, angsty bc cormac is a DOUCHE, cormac being weird creepy touchy etc, few swear words, not proofread!!, (lowkey suck at warnings pls tell me if i've missed anything)
author's note: OH MY GOODNESSSSS i haven't uploaded anything for like two years straight i sincerely apologise to all of my followers please forgive me. i also apologise to the anon who sent me this request bc i took so long to freaking answer it😭😭😭 feel like this is RUBBISH but i hope you all enjoy! xx
taglist: @floweringrott ♡
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THE GREAT LIBRARY had always been a solace to those who required it. Especially to you, who found comfort in the smell of parchment since Hogwarts’ supply seemed to always be fresh. The quiet lull of the area managed to put you in a state of peace too, the way everyone’s voices resounded to whispers and murmurs rather than loud babbles of laughter. There was nothing wrong with laughing, of course—it just happened to be distracting. You were actually waiting for someone, both of you having the intention to study. In front of you was your Potions revision; you were simply making notes on Everlasting Elixirs, taking your ideas from your copy of Advanced Potion Making. Crumbs of strawberry cheesecake lingered on your tongue since you had come straight from lunch, eager to get these done for Slughorn so you could finally rest. Your fingers were clasped around your favourite quill, your spare hand keeping your parchment still as you quickly wrote down every thought your mind was firing at you—
            “There you are!” a voice snapped you out of your reverie, your body going slightly rigid, reluctantly lifting your gaze to see the last person you wanted to converse with. “I’ve been looking all over for you…”
            He never gets the hint, McLaggen. Always stalking following you, always standing outside every room you exit, always loitering too close whenever you’re trying to get back to your House—never taking no for an answer. Everyone knew you as the quiet girl, rarely taking part in things like extracurriculars or school clubs. For the life of you, you could not figure out why Cormac had suddenly become… interested.
            You kept to yourself just because it was a personal preference, you barely had any friends—you were a loner.
            And that was how you liked it. Being a people person had never been your thing entirely.
            But, Cormac didn’t seem to get that.
            “Really?” you replied, your tone almost resembling the bored purrs of your very own tabby cat, who was probably lounging around in your dorm, messing up your pillows…
            How you wished you could be in her position right now.
            “Yeah…? You sound so unsurprised,” he bit his bottom lip, the light of his green eyes dimming when he noticed how quickly you stood up. You almost felt bad… Though, you remembered the way he disgustingly pursued Hermione Granger a few moons back and, fleetingly, shook all feelings of regret from your body; Cormac McLaggen was a creep.
            “Haha, right…” A half-assed chuckle escaped you, clearing your throat as you shoved the remnants of your work into the new satchel messenger bag you bought before beginning sixth year. Discerning the dire, hardened gaze of Cormac falling upon you never failed to make you shudder inside; his eyes were always so intense. So scrutinising. So… unnecessary?
            “So, uh… Potions,” Cormac began, attempting to look unbothered at the sight of you slinging your bag off your shoulder. “Wait—are you leaving already?” A sigh stumbled from your lips, your fingers moving to tuck the shorter strands (the ones that fell from your ponytail) behind the broad space of your ear, praying to Merlin himself for an escape route.
            “Yeah, um, my cat—well, she…” Kill me now. “She’s… alone in my room,” you tried to explain, pushing your chair under the desk you sit at on a regular basis, refusing to even glance Cormac’s way. “And she probably misses me—” His scoff interrupted you, your eyes flitting towards his expression, seeing the smugness in his bemused smile—what the fuck?
            “Your old, moody cat, the one that slumps around every window seat she can find, misses you?” Cormac laughed, his hand cradling his chest like he found himself funny. “This is the first time I’ve heard an excuse like that.” All you did was furrow your eyebrows, confused as to what he was implying.
            “Are you… insulting my cat?” You asked, genuinely perturbed because of his peculiar behaviour. Perhaps you were being a little peculiar yourself, but was this Cormac’s way of flirting? It made no sense whatsoever. Anyhow, your words seemed to knock some sense into the Gryffindor, regret latching onto his countenance. You were quick to turn away, murmuring an almost noiseless ‘excuse me’, speeding walking out of the library like nothing had happened.
            Legs moving as fast as they could, Cormac was right after you—he, annoyingly, had quite the Beater’s build. 
            “Wait! I’m sorry—I wasn’t insulting your bloody cat!” He always seemed to persist, much to your misfortune; Merlin, he was thick in the head. When you turned your head back around, you almost tripped, unable to comprehend how he caught up to you in seconds. “I-I was just saying that your excuse for leaving was rubbish—”
            “I’m just busy, alright, McLaggen?” you brushed him off, trying to muster up a polite smile, but it vanished from your face immediately when Cormac grabbed your arm, roughly pulling you back—a spasm of pain shot up your arm and whilst it only lasted for a moment, it still caused you to freeze, the light in your eyes disappearing entirely.
            The light in his brightened.
            “You don’t seem busy,” Cormac mumbled, his digits firm and enclosed around your flesh like a vice, your gaze lifting to his once again. Why were you always looking up? It made you feel… wrong. Like you were submitting yourself to him. McLaggen.
            He would like that, wouldn’t he?
            “McLaggen,” you said his name, your voice quiet; an eerie sort of quiet. He didn’t say anything, studying you for a moment. Suddenly, you wanted the laughter of those pestering first years, the bellows of the fourth year boys, the giggles of the third year girls to wrap around you like a blanket—you would prefer any sort of noise over the gratingly abnormal silence wafting over the empty hallway.
            The one time I don’t want to be alone.
            “You’re still calling me McLaggen? I thought we were way past formalities,” he uttered (moreso questioned), the Gryffindor’s expression changing to one of irritance, his jaw ticking as he tried to maintain his smile. He looked like he was about to barf all over his new fancy boots his father got him.
            Whatever his father’s name was.
            “Uh… No,” you retorted quite bluntly, irritation overwhelming your expression in response. Who did he think he was? “Now, if you could please let go—”
            “I don’t understand what the problem is, though,” he interjected, again, his perplexity at the situation making you want to explode as you opened your mouth to speak, but Cormac was faster. “I just want to talk. We’re having a conversation and you just walk away?” His grip tightened minutely, but it was enough to make you wince, pain submerging your irritation away.
            “Ow—Cormac, you’re hurting me,” you struggled to remain confident, feeling a sense of dread engulfing your body, your mind, your soul.
            This position was all too familiar. That same thundercloud hovering over your heart, waiting to strike where it hurt the most. Even though it was protected by your lungs, your ribs, your flesh—the thunderclaps were enough to compel the chambers of your core to quake.
            “Oh, don’t be daft,” he mumbled, rejecting your plea. “You’ll live.”
            “Listen, we can talk, but can you just let go—”
            “She said let go.”
            An abrupt, deep voice broke the uncomfortable tension between you and Cormac, his grasp loosening perceptibly since he was caught. Inhaling sharply, you took your chance to rip your arm away from him completely, stepping back, rubbing your arm as your eyes stayed downcast.
            Calm down, calm down, calm down—
            “Potter.” What? Hearing Cormac’s one-word mutter led you to look towards the source of the original voice, your eyebrows crinkling in relief when you saw him.
            Harry.
            You were supposed to meet someone in the library… That someone was Harry. During the course of the year, you had been struggling to keep up with Slughorn’s lessons and Harry, kind as always, offered to help you (you didn’t know about his little cheat notes from the Half-Blood Prince and he intended to keep it that way). However, you had left early because of Cormac… prompting Harry to go look for you.
            “Thank Merlin,” you breathed, your lips pressing together when Cormac turned towards him.
            “We were just talking,” he ‘clarified’, but his words fell on deaf ears.
            “Didn’t look like it,” Harry said simply, and you took this moment to actually examine your friend. He was still in his school robes, of course, the infamous Gryffindor crest plastered upon it. His glasses rested on the crook of his nose, his blue eyes unblinking, fixed on Cormac. Jaw clenched, as was his fists. Lips pressed together in annoyance, unlike yours which were pressed together in embarrassment.
            Embarrassed because you couldn’t believe Harry had found you in this position—unable to fight back.
            You could’ve sworn there was a glint of murderous intent within the emerald hues of his eyes; even from a distance, you noticed everything about Harry.
            “Well, we were,” Cormac stated in his matter-of-fact tone, angering you further—but, Harry had it covered. It genuinely baffled you that they were both in the same House.
            “Oh, just—come off it,” Harry scoffed, pushing past him to get to you—he had been the person you wanted to see at the Great Library.
            Not Cormac McLaggen, but Harry Potter.
            But, why? Even now, as he approached you, you felt those thunderclouds morph into wisps of the sun, warmth blooming in your chest as his fingers delicately brushed over your arm, specifically the bit where Cormac had grabbed you so roughly. For some reason, Harry’s touch didn’t disgust you like Cormac’s did.
            It was because he was your friend… right? You didn’t know Cormac like you knew Harry.
            You didn’t know anyone like you knew Harry.
            “You alright?” He asked softly, his tone changing so he didn’t frighten you further; you weren’t frightened per se, but he knew situations like this made you uncomfortable. Conflict. Arguments. Loud voices…
            All too familiar.
            “Fine,” you murmured in return, grateful for how the pads of his fingers massaged your flesh, the pain which had formerly bloomed now beginning to dissipate. Lowering your gaze, Harry turned his head to see if Cormac was still standing there like a fool.
            Thankfully, the creep took one look at Harry’s six-foot-form and fled the scene, probably wanting to maintain his golden boy reputation. He may have been taller, but Harry—
            Everyone knew what Harry was. Who he was.
            A few moments passed. Both of you just stood in the vacant hallway, your expressions paired with… serenity. You preferred silence. As did Harry, especially with the Dark Lord penetrating his mind every damned hour. You didn’t know when you developed this dynamic with him out of all people—others, girls to be precise, would wonder how you ‘bagged’ the Chosen One, how you managed to get him to pay attention to you.
            But, that was the thing. You didn’t do anything.
            “We were supposed to meet at the library,” Harry spoke, his voice synonymous with the stillness of the atmosphere, his lovely eyes trying to meet yours.
            Eventually, your eyes left the floor, trailing up his uniform—his broad chest; the Adam’s apple of his throat; the sharp contour of his jawline; his rosy-coloured, heart-shaped lips; his hawk nose—and then, finding his two orbs. They reminded you of the sea, his eyes. His black pupils were like jagged basalts, a form of rock, fixed within a circle of the Atlantic. They were quite pretty, actually.
            You preferred them over the dull green of McLaggen’s eyes.
            “I got… sidetracked,” you murmured in return, nibbling your bottom lip as Harry’s hand left your arm—you almost swallowed your disappointment, but you thought too soon, his fingers finding yours instead.
            Intertwined they became.
            “I know,” he whispered. “Sorry I didn’t come sooner.”
            “You couldn’t have known,” you were quick to reply, a little surprised that he was apologising. Yet, Harry simply shook his head, a small, soft smile finding his even softer lips.
            “Actually, I think I did.” You furrowed your eyebrows, having no choice but to follow him as he began the journey back to the library, where you were supposed to be all alone. “I just… had a feeling. You know—when your chest gets all clouded and… your heartbeats start sounding like thunderclaps.”
            Oh.
            Merlin.
            “Mhm…” you hummed, looking away, your cheeks flourishing with delightful shades of red. “All too familiar.”
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wcnderlnds · 6 months ago
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you and i | peter maximoff
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・❥・ summary: peter loves his daughter very much and wants another one ・❥・word count: 1.9k ・❥・warnings: 18+ smut, nsfw. unprotected p in v. swearing. female reader. ・❥・ authors note: we all love dilf!peter so i tried. the smut is badly written pls be gentle im still trying to get more confident writing it. also i went with katya for the name bc always headcanon his family is from europe/sokovia.
Never in a million years did Peter think he’d ever settle down. He’d always thought of himself as a loner – someone who would be happy by himself for the rest of his life and he had no problem with that. Commitment had always been something that he feared. Maybe it was something to do with his dad leaving his mom before he was even born. He’d never had a good father figure to look up to when it came to… well, anything. All the people around him had severely unhealthy relationships so he never wanted to be a part of one himself. Peter would much rather hook up than settling down and being unhappy with someone. As much as there was some part of him that idolised his father, he never wanted to be like him. Being a let down was one of Peter’s worst fears. All he wanted to do was make sure his mom and sisters were taken care of. If he was doing that then he was doing something right. He didn’t need a relationship or another person to make him happy.
That was until he met you.
It had been a chance encounter at the arcade. You had been occupying his favourite Donkey Kong machine. There were others but that one was his. So, annoyed, he leaned against one of the other machines with arms across his chest obnoxiously blowing a bubble with his gum. When you finally did step away, he ran over quicker than you could even say Donley Kong to get his machine back letting out a loud ‘what the fuck’ when he saw that you’d beat his high score. Peter had tried for the whole day to get his name back at the top but it was no use. As you tried walking out of the arcade, he had caught up to you bombarding you with questions about how you'd done it and if you’d cheated. All you’d done was smile and tell him it was a secret. That was enough to keep him hooked. Day after day the two of you would meet at the arcade. Peter would find himself seeking you out. When he’d started to get little heart flutters every time you smiled at him or any time you’d beat him at a game, he freaked out. Feelings like that weren’t something he was used to. In fact, he’d never had feelings quite like it before. It was all new to him.
Over time he had come to accept that you had won his heart. Somehow, someway you had wormed your way in there and he couldn’t get enough of you. All he wanted to do was spend every second with you. The relationship had blossomed so naturally – it all came so easy to him. Being with you felt like heaven, it made him the happiest he’d ever felt in his life. He had convinced himself so much that he didn’t need anyone but himself but he did. He needed you and he wouldn’t live the rest of his life without you. So, he had proposed at the arcade where the two of you had first met. It wasn’t overly romantic but it was Peter coded and that was more than you could’ve asked for.
Now, two years on, the two of you were married with a two year old daughter. Peter had taken to being a dad like it was the easiest thing in the world. He was so fun and caring. There wasn’t anything he’d do for his little girl. Katya was his whole world.
“Oh sh-” Peter instantly stopped knowing if you heard him swearing in front of your kid, you’d kick his ass. “...shizzle.” As he’d walked into the room, he’d noticed that Katya had drawn all over the wall with crayon.
To be fair, that had been his fault. You’d told him before you left for work to put the crayons out of reach because Katya was in her ‘destruction’ era and wanted to draw on any and every surface she could get her hands on. In true Peter fashion, though, he’d been distracted. The newest Pac Man game had his attention. He just had to beat it before you did because - he’d never admit this - you were better than him. It was one of the reasons he’d fallen in love with you in the first place.
But, right now, he had to clean this shit off the walls before you got home and gave him the scolding of a lifetime. “Alright, baby girl, come here.”
Katya grinned instantly dropping the crayons as Peter crouched down in front of her. With wobbly legs, she got to her feet and slowly toddled into his arms. He picked her up, holding her tight to him. Her little smile was enough to almost make him put her back down and let her carry on showing her artistic skills on every wall in the house.
“You’re gonna get me in sooooo much trouble, Kitty Kat,” he booped her little nose to which she grabbed his finger between her small ones. It was enough to melt anyone’s heart. He placed her in her crib with promises of snacks once he’d got the walls all cleaned up.
It was a few hours later when you got back home. The house was oddly quiet. Usually you’d come home to the sounds of Peter chasing Katya around the house or him teaching her naughty words that he definitely shouldn’t be teaching her but there was nothing. That made you slightly worried. Your footsteps on the wooden floors echoed off the walls as you peeped into your daughter's room but she was fast asleep in her crib. So, where was Peter?
When you walked into your bedroom, you spotted him easily. His mess of silver hair could be spotted a mile away. He was sprawled out on the bed, his face buried in the pillows, limbs spread out all over the place. It brought a smile to your face. Careful not to wake him, you sat on the edge of the bed, running your fingers gently through his hair.
“Feels good,” he mumbled sleepily into the pillows. Sometimes you forgot how much of a light sleeper he was.
“Hey sleepy head,” you greeted him, kicking your shoes off to lay on the bed beside him. Peter’s head turned slightly to see you. His tired eyes meeting yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Even now years later, he was still the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on. His dark brown eyes, his perfect nose and the stubble that adorned his face was enough to make any person melt. It was still mind blowing that this man was yours.
“Your daughter is a menace,” he wrapped his arms around you, rolling over to pull you onto his chest.
“She gets that from you.”
“Nuh-uh, you.”
“Definitely you. You’ve been a menace since the day I met you.” Your lips brushed against his.
“You love me anyway,” he kissed you, lips moving together slowly. “We should have another one.”
With a furrowed brow, you pulled away to look at him. “Another…?”
“Kid, babe. Baby. Y’know, that little human we have in the other room? Yeah, we should make another one of them.” His eyes were hopeful, almost pleading.
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah! I mean, I’m fuckin’ exhausted and sometimes this whole parenting thing is real hard but… it’s worth it. Having a family with you, being a dad… it’s everything I never knew I wanted. You make me want this, babe. So, why not have another one? Kat’s old enough now for us to bring another one into the fray.”
It was another big step for the two of you. Could you really handle two children? You were always the most practical one out of you and Peter. He mostly followed his heart while you followed your brain. It was probably one of the reasons why you were so perfect for each other. It was the look in Peter’s eyes that really sealed the deal. He wanted this. He really, really did. Watching him be a dad, the way he loved your daughter — it was everything you had ever wanted.
“Okay,” you cupped his cheek, the pad of your thumb stroking against his soft skin. “Let’s have another little Maximoff.”
Peter didn’t say another word. Instead, he flipped you over so you were on your back, lips lazily attaching to yours. It took him no time at all to have your dress off and tossed to the floor, his own shirt and sweatpants following. His hips lazily, slowly grinded against yours, the feeling of his growing bulge rubbing against your core. Peter could already tell how turned on you were by the small gasps that left your lips, the way your nails were digging into his sides as you held on to him. He moved his way down your body, lips leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck and between the valley of your breasts. Hands snaked behind your back to unclasp your bra.
“Want you so bad,” he mumbled against your stomach as he trailed lower down your body. Your panties were off in one swift movement. When Peter got impatient his powers always came into play. One of his long fingers trailed up your slit, your arousal coating his finger. That was apparently all the restraint he had because before you knew it, his boxers were off and the head of his cock was prodding at your entrance.
“Peter, please,” you pleaded with him, bucking your hips against his erection. He didn’t need telling twice as he slowly pushed into you. His eyes almost rolled back at the feeling of your warm walls squeezing around him. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, his hand lacing your fingers together as he slowly thrust into you. Going slow was never Peter’s forte but right now, he was too tired to care. This was gentle and it was perfect.
Your free hand tangled in his hair, lightly tugging on the strands as he tortured you with his slow, lazy pace. He was tired, exhausted but he wanted nothing more than to put a baby inside you and what better time was there to start than the present. He brought his forehead to rest against yours, your breathy moans mingling with his.
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips. His thrusts losing rhythm as he felt his release closing in. He sped up and you took this as your opportunity to wrap your legs around him. Peter groaned, angling his hips to hit deeper.
It only took a few more shallow thrusts before he stilled, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he came inside you. The sounds leaving his lips enough to trigger your own, a cry of his name leaving you as your walls clamped down on him.
Peter collapsed on top of you in a heap of sweaty, heavy breaths. His lips pressing light kisses against your neck as you both came down from your shared high. “Think we made a baby yet?”
It took you a minute to register what he said. You laughed breathlessly, your hand lightly running along his back. “Dunno, might have to keep at it just to really make sure.”
Peter grinned. Even in his completely exhausted state, he felt like the happiest man on the planet because he had everything anyone could ever ask for, something he’d always wanted — a loving family.
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yan-est · 3 months ago
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I love love love love loveee your househusband hcs :o UR SUCH A GOOD WRITER LIKE REALLY GOOD! BUT ANYWAYS (UR AMAZING) HOW DID HE GREW UP? WAS HE WEALTHY GROWING UP?
stop im giggling like THANK YOU ANON!! 🤍 UR SO SWEET and bc of that i'm making this a teensy bit longer than it should be
neways, pretty sure he was a loner growing up buuuut at least he had you :) based on the warnings below idk if that should be a good thing or
cw: creep behavior, mentions of stalking and homicide
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yan!househusband was filthy rich; total trust fund baby, spoiled kid, deep pockets. he might've looked like he had what he wanted and needed in life, but god, he would kill for a second out of his parents' agonizing, suffocating hold.
to distract himself while growing up in his mother's private estates, he tried everything. doesn't mean he was good at it though, if anything, he was on the mediocre side, but hey, he was a fast learner. that skill comes in handy when he finally met you.
and to be honest, he didn't expect falling this hard. sure, you were nice, and smart, and you had what he didn't have in his childhood— freedom. he could've chosen anyone else, he could've fallen for anyone else, but when he unconsciously drew you on the margins of his textbook one day, oh, that sealed your fate.
you were stuck on his mind, and he preferred to keep you in there.
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the doodles started small. first, he drew you looking at the board. then he started drawing your side profile, your hair, then your portrait. then your pencil case, your favorite snack, your shoes, your uniform, your thighs, your house, your bed, and… everything down there.
he had to buy a new textbook. the old one was stained and it reeked of him.
he was obsessed.
you, the epitome of his wishes, his lifelong dream to be free, was within his grasp. after being caged by his mother and ignored by his father for so long, you were the breath of fresh air that he yearned to inhale.
you were everything he ever wanted. and he sure as hell wasn't going to let you get away.
it began with a dinner conversation. high school graduation was in a week, and on the rare occasion where they all gathered together, he and his parents sat around the candle-lit dining table. they were discussing his future, told him to pursue the path they did, and everything was fine!
it's just that… you weren't mentioned in his parents' plans, and that put him off. and as delusional as he may be, he knew the reality of what they'd think of you.
so when they mentioned setting up a good marriage partner for him, he was glad he laced their meals with cyanide beforehand.
the whole dinner blurred by into moments. he doesn't remember much of it, and he has already buried his past along with his parents. what matters is that he pulled some strings, inherited millions, bought you a promise ring, and planned to provide for you.
he has a whole plan in motion, from his career to finances, and one word from you will forever—
oh, um… you want a stay at home partner after college?
good thing yan!househusband looks fuckable in an apron!
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dashflashy-arts · 19 days ago
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ML x Smiling Critters Au
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Students by day! Heroes by... any other time of the day. When people transform into weird creatures and terrorize the locals, it's up to Dogday and Catnap to save the day! And keep everyone alive, of course!... hopefully. Honestly, both Dennis and Theo are just trying to get through the day and attempt to maintain little normalcy that's left in their city
Could there be more to this weird phenomena than just random coincidences? Was this all planned? Will they ever find the rumored Ladybug Miraculous that is said to repair everything?
WELL Y'ALL IDK GUYS BC HONESTLY I ONLY DREW THIS FOR FUN AND AS STRESS RELIEF AND I'M FAR TOO BUSY AND TIRED TO EVEN TRY AND DRAW ANOTHER FANCOMIC JWDJDUDJFJDD
That's not to say I don't have ideas or a somewhat cohesive plot in mind for this little dumb au
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Read them under the cut:
Idk if y'all even bothered to see the other post about this Au, but basically it's like a human AU where it's MOSTLY normal like. Playtime Co. didn't rly exist. Orphans were not expiramented. Maybe some grew up and became adults themselves etc. Ngl I haven't figured this part out properly, but basically a family had a hold of these miraculouses which made like, a secret orgs thst tests their abilities or something. Then stuff happens with like whistleblowing and an Agreste(tm) event. Tho to sum up my scattered thoughts on this part: they used to have all the miraculouses, but someone stole it away from them. Unfortunately for them, someone important got rly sick so they're rly desperately finding the others (LB and Cat Miraculous mostly) to cure them and yeah the current butterly user (Harley Sawyer at this point) is carrying his predecessor's wishes, but w/ an ulterior motive of course. Why is he a robot here? Mmm ngl I don't rly have any other reason for it. Just wanted to draw a robot w/ some butterfly motifs
Okay, for the story, the "toys" are just normal people, but they become their "toy" selves upon akumatization. Idk whether to base it more on the toy lore or in-game lore but I might just have to merge them both (but leaning more on toy-lore, hopefully)
There will be like, um, a mix of aging-up here, like the Smiling Critters and Nightmare Critters here are teenagers, but some characters like the human vers. of Mommy long legs is an adult. I am trying to understand the game lore but I won't be very accurate bc again, I' not rly active with it so sorry die-hard fans 🤷‍♀️
Enough of that, here are some thoughts of the main protags:
Dennis Dantes is the likable cheery athlete in school. You could say he's popular, but he doesn't rly hang out with the popular kids for too long. He'd rather spend time with the friends he made since he was young. Dennis is just honest and simple like that. He is a natural leader, but he only lets that shine through as Dogday.
Theodore Grambell is the opposite. He's a loner, troublemaker, and sleepy student that professors dislike to have in class. And yet, he is beloved by his friends, Dennis mostly! While he keeps quiet as himself, he's nearly dead silent as Catnap. He lets Dogday take the lead with saving the day, but at the end of the day, it's his cataclysm that really matters in an akuma crisis. Unlike Dennis, he knows a lot more about the miraculous stuff, thanks to some... shady figure
When the first meeting, Catnap and Dogday weren't sure of each other. It took some time and akuma-fighting for Dogday to actually understand Catnap, and for Catnap to tolerate Dogday's overbearing "as heroes, we have to blah blah blah" mindset. This is ironic, btw, because as civilians, they are both the bestest of friends. Closest. Dennis always pounces at Theo every time he sees him, then talks his ear off, and Theo wouldn't mind, and would just be happy to be with him
Story starts with Dennis getting his miraculous via finding it in his locker. Theo got his few weeks prior (thanks to shady figure). Since this is an alt universe, events went differently, so kwamis like Barkk behave a little differently from canon. Barkk here is a lot more strict with rules and has to asert common sense to Dennis when he gets too carried away by his heart. That said, Dennis and Barkk are good with each other. As for Plagg, he and Theo are awkward AF. I imagine that Theo's not much of a conversationalist in general, so you can guess who does most of the talking. Plagg's also desperately trying to convince Theo that MAYBE idk that the shady guy is??? Not to be trusted?? It falls on deaf ears, unfortunately
There ARE guardians of the miraculouses here lol they just don't have the Ladybug miraculous bc the former user crashed out and dipped. They are searching for it and later on, after Dennis meets them, he helps them search for it
Do their friends get a miraculous? Do the nightmare critters get a miraculous too (then cause mayhem?) Maybe, maybe not. Heehehehehee ( =^ω^)
OH also this AU is set in 2005 bc um to match the game setting idk [insert South Arcade - 2005]
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homosexualgirlandbags · 6 days ago
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so as sb who is also stuck with millions of ideas but no time to write them, have some of it babe 😭😭
ghostsoap but it's high-school au where Johnny is almost fully deaf and Simon is a loner who just wants to go through the school till he's able to legally drop from it.
So, Johnny and Simon are seatmates but they don't really talk except for a nod of the head as a 'hello' or a question about what the teacher is talking about. When one day Johnny just disappears, not showing up for a week straight Simon is starting to worry.
Bro has a full mental debate bc wtf since when he care about that stupid mohawk?? Yet he somehow gets his address and goes to his house with an 'I'll just keep him updated with lessons, nothing more'.
But yeah, can we imagine these two just having a normal convo? Especially since it turns out Johnny's hearing aid is broken so he doesn't hear a thing. Whoops, I sens some mouth reading of words slipping through Simon's lips about how stupid but gorgeous the Scot is.
it sounded better in my head I swear but if you see a vision here, you can do anything with it😭🙏🏻
Simon swears by his black eyeliner that he has nothing going on with Johnny. He swears!
But he gets distracted in class with Johnny's doodling sometimes... And he looks away at the last second.
Could you blame him? The stupid mohawk guy was being loud with his scribbling, especially when he tapped him on his shoulders and asks about the class content, frowning just a little from the lack of understanding.
Truly, he finds the bastard just a tad bit annoying.
Still, when the bastard Johnny's seat goes empty for a week, occupied by his bag, he can't help but feel a twinge of worry creeping up his throat, ugly thoughts nagging at the back of his mind.
And here he is, pacing in front of the stupid mohawk guy's house, notes and books in one hand as he contemplates to knock. It wasn't like he had to, a very warm looking lady welcomed him in anyways, saying something about Johnny having talked about him a lot, and that Simon was his best friend. Which please? That was so so a lie... Yea...
Anyways, he goes up, and finds Johnny in his room, muttering something about dropping off his notes so Johnny doesn't fail, only to be dragged back by a Ms Mactavish offering dinner, and a Johnny man begging him in sign language for him to just accompany him for a bit. (He might have learnt sign language just for Johnny beforehand, could you blame him?)
Anyways, days go by, and the hearing aid Johnny relies on still wasn't there yet. So Simon ends up writing notes down, passing them off to Johnny when he needs them. This transpires to lunch together which turns into after-school study sessions which turns into weekends spent at Johnny's house...
Yea, Simon is not helping his ass with himself.
Anyways, he helps the Scot with his biology homework now, after seeing how the man somehow failed with a D. He'll stay over, not like there was much at home except for an alcoholic father and an overbearing mother.
He says a lot of things when he knows Johnny can't hear him. Mutterings of Johnny's actions, eyes wrinkling in silent adoration when Johnny focuses on a math question.
He forgets himself, and forgets that Johnny could still read lips.
Which lead to him chuckling something about Johnny's gorgeous eyes and how they make up for his lacks of brains in french.
"Yer think ah'm pretty?"
Shit.
"No, what are you talking about, go back to your work."
Johnny shrugs, with all the easeness of a man like him could muster.
"Wh'tever yer say, big man"
Simon wants to rip out Johnny's throat at that.
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deludine · 2 months ago
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I'm currently thinking about the lion switch and I honestly can't decide if it was a horrible decision or a great idea that fell victim to the awful writing of the show. I guess I liked the potential or at least the general idea of what (I think) they were trying to do. It was especially good for keith's development. I mean, I like that keith, the loner, who it's kind of an outsider in the group and who struggles with his identity and with belonging in a place or a group, becomes the leader of the team. Setting aside the fact that it's not really that well exectued, I feel like it a nice way to... settel? his place in the team. And honestly, the more I think about it, the more I realize that keith was meant to be a leader. It sounds strange at first, or to me at least it did, because keith, at surface level, it the epitome of a soldier. He is loyal and quick to anger. He doesn't care about diplomacy, he wants to fight, because that's how he feels that he can make a difference, that he can contribute to the cause in a significant way. He is the perfect match for the red lion. But the reason he didn't feel like a leader (to me) in s1 and s2 is also because of his insecurities. Keith is meant to be the leader, he just wasn't ready. He especially wasn't ready in s3 while he was also grieving shiro and with the change in dynamics in the team. Because keith doesn't feel like he belongs, because he only sees his worth in how he makes the biggest contribution (e.i when he leaves), because no one ever sought to understand him and so he learned to do things by himself, because his role as "the loner" was conditioned. But then we see him in s6 (I think?) and he falls naturally into that role when shiro can't lead (or, well, more like he couldn't pilot bc he was missing a whole arm but yk).
Another thing I like about the lion change is how lance was the one to pilot red when keith was chosen by black. It has always been really interesting to me because in my mind allura and keith are pretty similar so you'd think that I'd match the red lion with her, but as similar as they may be, they are not exactly the same. In constrast, lance and keith appear to be opposites, but they both are great matches for red and not just because of their personalities, but because red is not just any lion, it's the right hand of the black lion. Because keith had a special relationship with shiro and lance had a special relationship with keith. Keith and shiro know and undestand each other like no one else can. Keith and lance see and understand the importance of the other in the team when the rest doesn't, not completely. And the blue lion is the most adaptable, but the red lion is the most difficult to bond with, which is why lance bonded with both and allura only did so with blue. Another thing is that many believe lance should have been the leader for the same reasons I think he is perfect as the right hand to keith's leadership. Because lance has many leadership skills, but they work best by guiding keith rather than by leading himself. I also believe that this position could have been great for his development as being the leader could have been for keith. In this way, lance is an essential part of the team, he keeps them together and makes a big contribution without necessarily being the one in charge. They both learn that they aren't indispensable, but keith learns that he can be and is part of the team, that he can make decisions, that he can guide others and that he can also rely on them, and lance learns that he doesn't need to be all that, that he doesn't need to be the one in charge to be important and to be needed and to be useful.
(god i love them so much)
However, there's something that still rubs me the wrong way about the lion change. I genuinely believe that keith and lance are meant for the positions they ended up in and I love that allura gets to fight alongside the others, but for some reason I can't get over the fact that the lions suppously bond with the paladins and that that bond is meant to be something special and unbreakable, and yet they change lions with minimal problems. Look, I love seeing keith as the leader, but I totally get his struggles with piloting black in s3 because keith is a great pilot and fighter. He's stealthy, he is agile, he likes going fast. And red is perfect for that because she's the smallest lion, which allows her to be fast, stealthy and agile. But black is the opposite of all that. She's the head of voltron, both figuratively and literally, which means that she can't go as fast as red and she's not ideal for stealth either. And lance, keith and shiro seemed really bonded to their lions. Heck, shiro had a whole arc about forming a stronger bond with black just to pilot her in like 3 seasons.
anyways, that's it, thanks for coming to my ted talk.
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satrs · 2 years ago
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𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.
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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; you find out about the class loner's fantasies about you, so you decide to give him the real deal.
ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Nerdy!Virgin!Choso x fem!reader
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.3k
Tags; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! (College AU). Virginity loss(Choso). Nicknames(pretty boy). riding. overstim. praise kink.
ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ nerdy choso is just a desperate need atp. But idk how to feel abt this bc it's literally written by crazy lec LMAO.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!
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"Mr. Kamo, are you alright?" the sound of his teacher snapped the young college student out of his daydreams, attention now back to the front of the class as his demeanor stiffened.
Some class members snickered at his reaction and others straight up ignored him like he wasn't even there. It's like always- he is an irrelevant member of society until he is of use to them. 'Kamo do you have this homework?' or 'Kamo I need help with this and that?' are the only times when people converse with him normally.
"Gosh, he's such a dork. Right Y/N?" The mention of your name made his ears perk up, slightly looking in your direction as your friend whispered to you. "Just leave him alone for Christ's sake. He didn't do anything abnormal. Daydreaming is completely common, especially for people like you."
But you? You were different. You're not exactly popular around the campus, but sure well-known. You were breathtakingly gorgeous but didn't make it your only personality trait. You- Y/N L/N are the only person that made him feel like he was a part of this college, not just some nerdy loner.
Your words caused the man to try to hide his chuckle but you still caught it, flashing him a cocky smile with a quick wink, startling him. You noticed his flustered expression, smiling to yourself before returning your attention to the teacher's teachings.
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
„Are you free right now, Choso?“
His eyes shot up at the sound of your voice, halting his movements of packing his bag as his eyes turned wide at the mention of his first name. „M-me? Uhm, yeah, s-sure. What’s up?“
You chuckled at his nervous form, biting the inside of your cheek. „You know, I still got no partner for the biology project and I thought, maybe we could partner up?“
His head was about to explode and his heart was almost jumping out of his chest, quickly nodded his head in agreement, swinging his packed bag over his shoulder, anxiously holding onto it.
A smile spread across your face, clapping your hands together in excitement as you abruptly took his hand in yours, heading out of the almost empty classroom. „Let’s go to my dorm right now, yeah?“
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈
He awkwardly sat on your bed, cheeks painted in a slight red tone whilst you sat next to him, already changed into a more comfortable hoodie, thighs visible as the hoodie revealed much more than Choso thought he could handle.
„So, I‘m more interested than school for you right now? That’s a surprise.“ Your teasing made him clear his throat, quickly averting his gaze to the textbook on his lap, opening it to the right page as he began to explain the steps the both of you would have to keep in mind, trying his best to ignore the feeling you ignited in him.
It was hard for him to focus when you sat so close to him, your bare thighs lightly brushing his legs, dick twitching in need.
And you on the other hand barely listened, gaze stuck to the erected length in his pants, the big imprint causing your thighs to press together in anticipation.
No longer able to hold your desires, you pulled the textbook from his grasp, earning a confused look from the young man. His perplexed expression was to die for as you climbed on top of his lap, hoodie riding up to showcase your panties, leaving little to no mind for the imagination.
You hushed his stuttering with a finger placed on top of his lips, grinning down at him as you sat right onto his hard cock, his whine causing you to hum in amusement.
„I’m no dummy, Choso. I see how you’re eyeing me in class.“ He tried to defend himself, face heating up in embarrassment, only to be silenced by you again, this time by the press of your lip against his, your tongue finding its way into his mouth, caging him into a hot and messy kiss.
He shamelessly moaned into your mouth, hand carefully resting on your hip as you began to move your hips against his, a pleased sigh escaping your lips as the fabric of his pants caught onto your sensitive bud.
You quickly broke the kiss, leaving his lips with a string of salvia still connecting the both of you as you made quick work to his pants, pulling his throbbing cock free. „So big.“
He hissed at the cold air hitting his sensitive tip, hips subconsciously bucking up into your touch as your fingers wrapped around him, sensually stroking his dick as pre cum leaking from his slit.
„Y/N, I‘ve never done t-this“ you hushed him up with a quick peak to his lips, caging your lower lip between your teeth as you slid your panties from your legs, alining his leaking tip to your aching hole.
„Don’t worry pretty boy, “your hips slowly slid down his cock, his head falling back onto your bed as a sinful moan escaped his lips, bracing himself on his elbows to see his cock disappear in your glistening pussy. „I‘ll take good care of you,“ you’re words got cut off by a soft moan from you as you felt his thick cock fill you up. „ make this a first time for you to remember.“
His fingers tangled in the sheets below him, teeth grinding as he desperately tried to hide his moans, failing to do so as your walls clenched around him, sucking him deeper with each grind of your hips.
He won't be able to hold it in any longer, he already felt his impending orgasm threatening to wash over his body, his thighs clenching underneath you. A grin played itself on your lips as you noticed his behavior change, your movements only speeding up, anticipating to watch Choso unravel underneath you. Which he did not long after, your praises filling his ears as his mind exploded at the wave of euphoria overcoming him, his hand flinging to his mouth, muffled whimpers escaping his palm.
Your breathing turned ragged, the rhythm of your hips growing sloppy as you leaned down his level, taking in the sight of his disheveled form. "You're doing so good, Choso. I'm close too." The pathetic whine that flew past his lips made you bite your lip in pleasure, the knot inside of you tightening at the feeling of his meaty length filling your guts, tip repeatedly hitting that particular gushy spot. You threw your head back in euphoria, supporting yourself with your hands on his chest as you felt his length twitch inside of you, warm cum dripping out of your hole.
"W-wait, I can't-" he cut himself off with a loud moan, hands flying to your hips in an attempt to stop you, the overstimulation getting to his head. It was too much, but he couldn't stop you because it felt so good having his long-time crush on riding him into oblivion, feeling his cum trickling down his balls and onto the sheets.
"Just a little more. Don't you want to feel me cum around you?" This made him frantically nod his head, pleading an approval, 'yes' coming from him in between grunts and wails. "Fuck" His sensitive cock twitched inside of you at your words, starry eyes shooting up your face, taking in your face twisted in pleasure, your fingers gripping his shirt as you came, your moans like angelic music to his ears.
You giggled as the both of you caught your breaths, his worn-out length slipping out of you, more of his seed dripping from your cunt. Your fingers sneaked to his face, brushing some of his hair out of his face as you admired his heated cheeks.
"Do you got a girlfriend, Choso?" His eyes widened at your words, a slightly embarrassed expression decorating his face. "N-no." Your eyes lit up at his answer, clapping your hands together in excitement. "So, tell me," you leaned down, breath tickling his nose as your eyes stared through his soul. "do you want to be my boyfriend?"
His perplexed face made you wholeheartedly laugh, expecting orbs to look at him. "I-I would love too but, don't we need to go on a date first?" You grinned down at him at the sound of his weak voice, placing a small peek at his temple.
"This is our first date, no?"
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irlnorthshaw · 27 days ago
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Headcanons for automatic?
SINCE YOU ASKED SO NICELY!!! i love automatic sm, it truly is a crime they didn’t make him more relevant in the main series bc i think he’s super funny. here are an assortment of automatic hcs for you anon. i wish i could make the banner for it too but im honestly half asleep rn
the kind of guy that will try to convince you that he doesn’t care. but he does. he cares A WHOLE LOT!! his flop era with supa strikas took a massive hit on his confidence and it did show during his initial transition with IU
is actually not a mean guy at all, he’s just insecure— hence the bullying children in rookie season. but he’s off with a better team now and he’s never been more fulfilled than ever
his love language is teasing, he especially finds the most joy in teasing skarra because that guy gets pissed SO easily and auto finds it entertaining
its a shame we dont see auto as often bc i think his dynamic w skarra is hilarious. its just the constant “i can see why supa strikas rejected you” “look who’s talking” LMAOOO???
bookworm!! you know auto is reading a really good book/series if he has not replied to any texts or calls for the past few days. nobody can come between this man and his kindle
not necessarily a loner but he does find comfort in being alone most days. you know the lounge that skarra, dingaan, and dooma always hangs out at? he’s been there a couple of times but got irritated and then never came back
that’s it really. he just gets real irritated real fast!!!
remember when i said he isn’t mean… yeah he ISN’T but he’s not necessarily the nicest either. this guy can and will curse you and your family out if you try him. not very pg friendly 🥀
knows at least a couple of vince’s credit card info… and have used it. which also caused a whole commotion in the locker room bc vince was not happy to see transactions that were not his own
but to be fair it wasn’t like he bought anything crazy, he probably got takeout but didnt bother using his own money LOL like chill out vince it was only $10 🙄🙄
EL MATADOR’S BIGGEST HATER!!! when “last action figure” was going down, oh this man was enjoying every second of it
lives alone and probably plans on keeping it that way. he’s not a relationship kind of guy but he will consider adopting fur babies to keep him company
and for that same reason he prefers cats over dogs, he grew up with cats in his old family home and think they strike the perfect balance of being lovable without being too hyper (he just can’t handle dogs, he can barely handle himself)
cryptic texts to the group chat because free will >>>
sends his own posts in the group and everyone’s like “what’s this?” and he goes “i don’t see any of you liking my posts” “(skarra) yeah that’s because nobody wants to see your blurry gym pics, weirdo”
him and skarra are roommates in this scenario. they’re in their hotel room and skarra starts complaining a bit too much about shakes for a bit too long. this is automatic:
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boydepartment · 1 year ago
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@ iluvmygf - profiles: non twitter users losers
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description: nishimura riki is a headache to his managers. as much as he loves being an idol and as much as he loves that he gets the freedom to travel. he hates that he can’t show you off. publicly… as himself… so he makes a twitter account called @ iluvmygf at first not a lot of people follow it. it goes unnoticed, for a few weeks. until it doesn’t. his account about you goes viral… and people are nosy as to who loves their gf so much to constantly post about her.
genre: romcom, crack, humor, something fun and lighthearted like a hallmark movie. it’s also set from november-february bc i said so and i want a christmas ark 😋🫶 this is an smau
warnings: cursing, most likely crude humor, probably kms jokes
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THE GROUP OF 87- six people + riki who bonded over video games. y/n is someone they treasure. she gives them their little taste of normal… and they have to help y/n with her hw but that’s besides the point she ends up with a 70% anyways
y/n l/n’s instagram!
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y/n is not an idol at all. she is only friends with idols now because she lost riki at a party one time. a party she wasn’t even supposed to be at but riki made her go. she is the most dorky and goofy person riki has ever met in his life. but she lets him actually be himself. y/n outside of her idol friends is very reserved, she is horrible at any kind of academic, but could tell you about the lore of every fnaf, chilla’s art, or creepypasta anything.
that’s kai and bahiyyih in the ghost costumes btw😋
soul’s(05) instagram account
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soul was y/n’s first friend. he spilled his punch on her at the party where she got lost and he made the fnaf 2 jumpscare noise. y/n and soul instantly hit it off after getting into the lore of the whole five nights at freddy’s franchise… at the party…. in public…. talking about five nights at freddy’s
lily’s (02) instagram account
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lily overheard y/n and soul talking about this game at the party and was instantly intrigued. she ended up introducing herself to them and then asking about it. let’s just say lily ended up binging all of matpat’s videos on the fnaf lore.
bahiyyih’s (04) instagram account
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y/n and bahiyyih met after the party. soul and lily had to go to their respective groups. however, bahiyyih was all alone. and so was y/n. as any girl would do, y/n approached her. ever since they have been inseparable. both feeling like loners sometimes, they understand eachother. y/n and bahiyyih are best friends- platonic soulmates
kai’s (02) instagram account
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y/n met huening kai after she met his sister the best person in the world. they hit it off pretty quickly after y/n was invited to the huening family dinner. kai started talking about how he didn’t understand why on earth anyone would pick link in mariokart and y/n started a WILD debate at the dinner table. it ended up with all the huening siblings + y/n laughing. making y/n an unofficial huening.
beomgyu’s (01) instagram account
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y/n met beomgyu through kai. and it was on a day where she wasn’t expecting to meet anyone new, so her outfit consisted of a hoodie that said “i ❤️ monty” and mickey mouse christmas pants. beomgyu eyed her hoodie and went on a tangent about how monty is a sick sadistic freak who deserved to be put in a trash compactor like in monsters inc.
nishimura riki’s (05) instagram account
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he BARELY uses his instagram ever. riki is a certified twitter user. however…….. y/n does not have twitter…… so he can’t hype up his gf unless he has instagram….
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MASTERLIST
taglist- open :)
@yourmomscuntis2tighy @yannew @wzy3ka @stellarpsh @czlluvriki @im-yn-suckers @owotalks @filmofhybe @skepvids @ocyeanicc @amymyli @imsodazed @rikislady @j-wyoung @bangchansbangers @sassyfanlawyergarden @miko1ly @itsactuallylina @haewonluvr @entenen @cb97mylove @jxp1-t3r @ineedaherosavemeenow @str4wb3rizz
comment, dm, send an ask, or reblog to be added :) i try to keep up with tag lists however i get a ton of notifications everyday so please lmk if i forget you
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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years ago
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That with mark and alternative Y/n was so adorable!!! :0
May i request like the aftermath headcanons? Like Mark begins to trust alternative Y/n and sees them now as his Guardian “Angel” and they become a duo! him bragging around school catching others attention like adam and Jonah? :3
Aw thanks! I'm glad you liked it! Also we're calling this an AU where "all the victims are besties and attend the same school"
If y'all wanna read the prequel it's here!!!!!
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Mark had prayed all his life for a guardian angel.
Never did he think one would come as an Alternate, of all things.
But...how else could he describe you?
Ever since that night, you've kept your promise to protect him, keeping him safe from the others who wanted to prey on his loss of faith and hope.
It still took a while for him to fully trust you, though, getting jumpy whenever he spots you in the corner when he's about to sleep or hears your voice all of the sudden.
And of course his nightmares have gotten 10x worse, but you're always there to comfort him.
The worst ones are where you sell him out to your "Savior", though those eventually faded.
You only went into hiding when Thatcher visited his house for a wellness check after his school's receptionist got concerned with his prolonged absence.
He didn't give away the fact you were still present, but did report his encounters with the other hostile Alternates, allowing the lieutenant to collect evidence.
Once Mark is determined not to show any M.A.D symptoms, he's okay enough to go back to school, where you still watch over him regularly.
Alternates haven't found a way to infiltrate schools yet, but you didn't wanna take any chances.
From your observations, you learn that he's quite the shy/loner kid, sometimes getting teased by others for his personality alone.
You also learned that Cesar usually rushed to his defense...but with him gone, Mark was pretty much on his own now.
One day, he's drawing you during class. But when the teacher left the room for a minute, some jerk snatched his "Reassurances" notebook and made fun of him in front of everyone.
He managed to get it back, but he hid in the bathroom during lunchtime and cried for a while until you appeared in the mirror and asked what's wrong.
Long story short, you gave the bully M.A.D later that night and left them to their fate (spoiler: they were part of the 3% who lived, unfortunately, but they dropped out of school).
Mark's not one to condone this kind of thing from you, but....you actually did him a huge favor by getting rid of them. They've bullied him for years--ever since the day he shared that "scary night" story back in elementary, in fact, and they never let it go.
With them gone, he becomes a bit more confident in himself, eventually telling his friends about how an Alternate actually helped him.
Ofc seldom few actually believe him, though it definitely caught the attention of Adam, Jonah, Sarah, and Evelin.
They're trying to get a paranormal/ghost-hunting club established and think it would be neat to have a friendly Alternate as their mascot and/or helper.
They are surprised when Mark agrees to join, considering he used to say it was "demonic" and didn't want anything to do with the club--but you've changed his perspective.
Obviously they don't want any authority figures getting word of an Alternate hanging around the school, so they do their best to talk to you in secret, learning how you helped their friend that night and why you're so benevolent towards innocent humans.
Sarah and Jonah are lowkey nervous interacting with you (Sarah bc her brother nearly died thanks to the actions of two other members of your kind, and Jonah bc he's skittish around all things scary).
If anyone trusts you, though, it's Mark.
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moneytr33s · 4 months ago
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Velvet & Veneer headcanons
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Velvet
-She's dyslexic, but she will NOT tell anybody
-Believes that money buys happiness
-She used to play in girls basketball and volleyball
-For her 18th birthday, she threw an entire party that lasted until 2AM (Veneer got no sleep)
-Loves watching that TV shows of couples getting into drama
-She often spent more time with her mom than her dad
-Has that windex bottle & wheeze in between laugh
"KHKHKHKH-" *loud wheeze* "KHKHKHKH-"
-Hair reaches down to her ankles, wants it to be longer
-Allows fans to have private meetings with her, only if they pay though😊 (*ahem* $500 dollars-)
-As a kid, she used to want to be a fashionista, until Veneer started to watch famous pop stars
-Used to go on those "girls only" websites that have the worst princess games
-Never found bathroom jokes funny, never will
-About 6'10, 4 inches taller than Veneer
-She's on a smoothie diet, though she has fast metabolism
-She won't eat in front of you, but if you have left overs, she will devour it all in secret
-She was a loner in elementary and middle school, only in highschool she started to make a couple friends
-She honestly isn't a horrible singer, she just strains her voice too hard and tries to sing too loud
-Would be better off as a soft voiced singer
-Enjoys Pop music and some Jazz, like Sade
-Doesn't pay taxes because she doesn't even know what they are
-Her memory is ON. POINT. Will not forget ANYTHING.
-She is gullible however, believes almost everything off of the internet
-Has been cancelled 3 separate times on insta and twitter
-Used to get called a drama queen back in middle school, gets defensive if called a drama queen now
-Took private dance lessons with Veneer
-She helps Veneer out with his makeup
-Hates tattoos and piercings, wants to keep her skin smooth and "perfect"
-You can smell her from 20 miles away because of the damn essence, and her using regular perfume afterwards
-Was and is spoiled rotten, throws a fit if she doesn't get what she wants
-Falls asleep right after her and Veneer's shows
-Likes cinnamon toast crunch, and fruitloops
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Veneer
-He's a god damn femboy, I swear
-His parents never let him dress feminine, so as soon as he could, he did
-Was the one who started singing first, as well as dancing.
-Is very energetic, and gets side tracked easily
-He has a bit of a pudgy stomach, metabolism isn't as fast as Velvet's
-He has to shave often to keep his babyface and skin
-Played in boys volleyball, before switching to ballet
-Made friendship bracelets with Velvet, they both wear it if they're not on stage or on the red carpet
-He enjoys listening to pop and hip pop
-He got his licence permit, since Velvet's got taken away/she didn't do the test
-Shares the bedroom with Velvet, hogs up half of the blankets
-He is more sensitive, but he will beat anyone down if they try to hurt his sister
-Is the type to like edits of himself on tiktok
-You can tell your secrets to him, because he'll end up dozing off or forgetting❤
-He wants to have a mullet and mustache so bad, but Velvet will absolutely not let him
-Has that loud in and out laugh
"BWAHAHA-" *30 second silence* "...AAAHHAHAHA-"
-He used to be taller than Velvet, but she hit another growth spurt before him
-Without his 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 accent, he sounds tired as hell
-He sometimes dances in his free time
-Play fights with Velvet all the time, he wins like half of the time
-Loves watching mean girls, other shows like that
-He used to wear braces, got food stuck in them all the time
-He uses Velvet's perfume, though other times he buys a new axe bottle, only uses it once
-Uses Velvet as a human shield in any type of confrontation
-He didn't even know that he sings like a cowboy, until Velvet said he sings like a "gay western cowboy"
-Him and Velvet both have a gap in between their teeth, but his is way more bigger
-He wanted to be the lead singer. Velvet said that she should bc she's a girl so her voice is better than his
-He's more sarcastic than Velvet, if that's possible
-Often paints his nails to match Velvet's, besides red and yellow, he hates both of those colors
-He doesn't like to take too many risks
-Can play the guitar and keyboard, sometimes uses this advantage to play louder than Crimp's ukulele
-Huge pet guy, loves his pet monkey that he named Sparkles (wonder why)
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faggotmox · 6 months ago
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yuta turning on bryan just bc he doesn't want to be alone, or loose what is still there. like mox (i think or bry) said one day yutas gonna look up & there won't be bryan, or mox, or claudio. he'll be alone at the top of his mountain. the idea that yuta knew & understood that bryan was going to leave pushed him into his betrayal bc yuta is terrified of loosing what he built again. there's no happy ending, just inevitable loneliness. which is such a...Thing bc mox has always tried to be a loner but ppl always pull him in, & he knows the hurt & pain of that. so he's trying to show yuta, once we're all gone...keep it that way, be alone, it'll serve you better. if you're alone there won't be chair shots to the back of your best friend or a plastic bag over your mentors head.
additionally yuta having to take down bryan goes hand in hand with mox vs regal in few. you have to kill your heroes to become one. Regal taught mox the bitterness of betrayal & mox continues to hurt himself by trusting others & forming with them. including yuta. the thing is mox doesn't want that pain for yuta, so he's trying to be the only one to hurt yuta like that so yuta in the future will know that these connections hurt & cause weakness. mox destroying bryan was abt killing his own soft spot for a man he loves who was killing himself. be it self destruction, jealousy, or opportunities your counterparts at some point will hurt/betray you & at that point its your job as a counterpart to put the other down. mox doesn't want yuta to have to do that again, so he's showing yuta the most devastating, hurtful thing he can as a warning. be alone, take care of yourself, do what i couldn't, don't let your affections for others delude you into thinking your safe.
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yourlocaltrashpandaa · 2 years ago
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Getting To Know You
michael afton x fem!reader
oneshot
fandom: fnaf
Context: Y/n was quite the ‘Michael Afton Observer’ and she has come to the conclusion that he’s a strange one until she started to get to know him
A/n: I did a poll and Michael won said poll. Also semi following the lore bc I’m nothing but faithful to my source material. Hope you enjoy!
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Fall 1982
You found the boy known to you as Michael Afton none other than odd. You honestly didn’t know why. Sure you have never talked to him personal, you just observed him from a far. He had a small group of friends though he seemed to be popular, yet he was much more of a loner most of the time. How do know that? Well, the two of you have many class together, where he’s mostly doodling in his notebook more than anything.
You’d look up from your notes you were taking in English and glance in his direction every so often and he’s always drawing something in there. You were curious yet you never had the courage or the opportunity to ask him. It’s not that you were shy or anything, you’ve just seen how he and his friends treat your other peers. Not getting opportunity to ask while in class is because Michael is always quick to leave as soon as the bell rings.
But today, you were determined. Your curiosity was getting the best of you and Michael well he just fascinated you. You walked into your English class earlier then you usually did and there you saw him, Michael, doodling his notebook. Hearing you walk into the classroom, he looked up from his notebook and looked at you.
“Um, hi.” You awkwardly waved at him.
Michael’s blue eyes scanned you, he knows you’re one of his classmates he just forgot your name. “Hey.” He said and repeated your wave gesture.
‘Progress!’ You thought as you made your way to your seat.
Michael watched you, his eyes trained on your every move until you plopped down in the desk next to him. Were you seriously always next to him? How come he never noticed? Maybe he was to busy trying to escape the world and ignore the teacher that he just never knew.
Michael shifted his eyes from you and back to his notebook and went back to the sketch he was working on. His attention to the sketch was cut short when you piped up.
“What are you always drawing in there?” You asked him.
He looked at you and scoffed at your question. “None of your business.” He said.
This time when he spoke, you noticed his British accent. It caught you a bit of guard more so than his rude tone.
“I’m just curious,” You said back. “I noticed you draw all time in class.”
Michael took notice of your words. “You watch me?” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“No! I was observing!” You exclaimed.
“So, watching?” Michael replied.
“No!” You whined.
Michael chuckled at this. “You’re such a weirdo. I’m Michael.” He said.
“I know. I’m Y/n.” You said casually.
“You already know my name?” He asked.
“Yeah, why? Are you going to say I’m stalking you? Cause I’m not! We have several classes together you just don’t notice.” You said.
“Oh…” He trailed. This was news to him but to be honest, Michael knew he was loner without his group of friends and he doesn’t talk with other people unless he has to otherwise he keeps to himself. Yet you decided to talk to him, maybe he can make a new friend.
Winter 1982
“Michael!”
Michael turned around after hearing his name being called. He saw you, bundled up in your puffy winter coat that looked a little too big on you. A small smile appeared on his face when he saw you. The two of you have become close in the last three months you started talking. He found he liked hanging around you more than his other friends yet you never mentioned you to them.
“Y/n, hey,” He waved as he met you halfway in the hallway. “That coat looks like it’ll swallow you whole.” Michael chuckled at his comment.
“Haha,” You rolled your eyes at his comment but smiled. “It was a hand-me-down from my brother that’s why I can practically swim in this.”
“You have a brother?” Michael asked. This is the first time you mentioned family members to him so he was taking his chances with asking you about about your brother.
“Yeah. He’s away at college. He calls the house every so often so I hear from him frequently. He’s coming home for Christmas though. My mom is very excited about it.” You said.
“Really? Are you excited to see him?” Michael asked.
You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, of course I am,” You said. “Hey, Mike?”
‘Mike? That’s new.’ Michael thought to himself. He never heard you use nicknames maybe it’s a sign that the two of you are close. He liked the nickname you gave him.
“Yeah?” He answered.
“Do you have any siblings?” You asked.
“Oh yeah. I’m the oldest and I have a younger sister and brother.” Michael said.
“That sounds like a full house.” You said.
Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Eh, it isn’t really.” He said.
“Oh come on, being a big brother has to be fun.” You said.
Michael frowned as he scrunched his face up at you. Are you serious? Well, he can’t really blame you for saying that since you are the younger sibling between you and your brother. But the look on his face didn’t go unnoticed by you.
“What’s that face for?” You asked him.
“Nothing, just… being the older sibling is not fun.” Michael said.
“For you maybe, my brother and I have good relationships.” You grinned proudly with your hands on you hips.
Michael rolled his eyes at you. “Let’s get to class, Y/n.” He said, ruffling your hair.
“Fine. You remembered to do the homework, right?” You asked him as the two of walked to English together.
“We had homework?!”
“Michael!”
Spring 1983
Time passed and the season changed. As well as yours and Michael’s friendship. To the point that you have been begging him for him to let you go over to his place. Mainly because A). He’s been over to your house and met your parents and B). You wanted to the same. You wanted to meet your best friend’s family but he’s been denying your request and coming up with bullshit excuses.
“Come on, Michael please!” You begged him.
The two of you are hanging out by his locker, it was the end of the day and you weren’t taking “no” for an answer.
“No. How many times do I have to say it.” He said.
“You’re being unfair,” You exclaimed. “Why can’t I come over, Mike?”
“Because I don’t want you too.” Michael said.
“That’s not a reason,” You frowned, crossing your arms. “Tell me! Why can’t I come over?” You asked again.
Michael went completely silent, honestly he didn’t have a reason, well not a good reason. It’s just, his feelings towards have changed in the last couple of months. He feels a lot more tense around you, not that he’s uncomfortable but that he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you and at home, it’s his downtime, Michael is still a bit secretive about things and you respect that.
Though he’s been dodging this question since you started asking two weeks prior. Maybe he should just give in at this point, he doesn’t want you to be mad at him. Honestly, he doesn’t want to argue with you about something so petty.
Michael sighed, combing his hand through his hair. “I don’t have a reason why, y/n.” He said, he sounded a bit defeated.
This perked you up. “Really?” You answered.
He nodded his head as he looked off to the side away from your gaze.
“Soooo, I can come over?” You asked.
Michael shrugged. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.” He said.
“Yes! Thank you! I’ll see you this Saturday, Mikey! Don’t forget!” You exclaimed.
His face flushed pink at the nickname. ‘Wha?! Mikey?!’ He thought. Did you really just call him that with no hesitation.
“Y-Yeah, yeah. See you Saturday.” He muttered out.
“Great! Well I have to get home! See you then, Mikey!” You waved to him as you walked away from his locker and headed down the hallway.
There it was again. You called him Mikey again. Nobody calls him Mikey other than his younger siblings even his own mother. It made him feel strange, his heart skipped a bit. God, he’s fallen hard for you. You were just something, kind yet stubborn, tough yet gentle, smart and willing to ask questions. He thought he just admired you but no. His heart skips a bit when you’re around, whenever you smile or when he makes you laugh with a dumb joke he said.
He felt like he doesn’t deserve you yet that’s for you to decide.
Summer 1983
Once summer rolled around, Michael couldn't be more than happy. He never liked school that much more so going to class though he has to say that school this year wasn't so bad with you around. You make going to class less of a drag to him. But, sure had his other friends and you had yours, Michael felt that his friendship with you was more special in his eyes. Yet that comes down to his recently found feelings for you.
He's gone to your house and you've have gone to his. You've met each other's families. You hang out at the mall just the two of you, you beat him at video games at the local arcade. He wanted more. He wanted to tell you how he felt. But at the back of his brain he had 'what ifs', he had doubts. Would you feel the same?
He remembered when he first got his driver's license a month before, he remembered telling you, the smile on your face as you congratulating him with a big hug, telling him that you were excited to not walk everywhere, he laughed at you comment. He had recently got a car from his father (of all people) for his good grades (thanks to you of course). Holy shit, this was definitely his chance.
Grabbing his keys from his dresser, walking out of his room and downstairs with his backpack slung over his shoulder. Michael passed his mother who was in the kitchen with Elizabeth.
Elizabeth caught notice of her older brother as a glint of curiosity shimmered in her eyes as she watched him walk passed. She ran to the empty doorway of the kitchen and stopped him.
“Mikey? Where are you going?” She asked.
Michael ignored her when he yelled to his mother that he was going out as his mother said okay back. He looked to Elizabeth and said. “None of your business, shorty.”
Elizabeth brushed off her older brother’s comment. “It’s N/n, isn’t it?” She asked with a sly smirk on her face.
Michael’s face flushed. “N-No, No it’s not. You’re imagining things I’ll be back for dinner.”
Elizabeth laughed waving to him as he left. “Bye, Mikey!”
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You heard the sound of a car horn outside of your house. You were slightly confused as you sat up from your bed. You walked over to your window, pulling back your curtains and that’s when you saw Michael, waving up at you leaning against his car. Your eyes widened as you waved back. You gestured to him that you’ll be down in a minute.
Grabbing a bag, you rushed down the stairs passing your parents in the living room, telling them that you’ll be out with Michael. With them telling you to be back before dinner.
Making your way outside and towards Michael with a smile on your face. He smirked as he leaned off his car and looked at you.
“Damn, Mikey. When did you get this?” You asked him looking at his car in awe. It was so shiny!
He smirked at your question. “Well, my father gave it to me a week ago.” He said.
You were surprised. “Bullshit!” You exclaimed with a smile.
“Bull-true!” Michael exclaimed back.
“Damn… no offense, Mike but your dad is… standoffish and prickly. Yet he gave you a car and a brand new one at that.” You said.
Michael chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck out of nervousness. “True, but he said it was proud of me with school this year so I deserved it.” He said.
“And who helped with that?” You asked with a smirk as you reached up to ruffle his hair.
Michael laughed as he tried to swat your hands away from his hair. “You did, you did! And thank you, N/n.”
You smiled proudly as you took your hands away. “So, what’s the plan today, my good sir?” You teased.
Michael rolled his eyes at you. “I though I could take you on a drive and maybe stop for ice cream, m’lady.” He said playing along with you.
“Sounds perfect, Mike.” You said with a smile.
Michael smiled back at you as he opened the passenger door for you. You thanked him as you hopped into the seat.
‘This is going well so far.’ Michael thought to himself. He had plan, he hoped when you spilled his feelings to you you’d feel the same.
After driving around, talking and getting ice cream, Michael drove to your hangout spot. You showed Michael this spot back in the spring just for peace and quiet. A hill in a grassy area not to far from the neighborhood. It was nice, Michael and you sometimes talked but most of the time you two just sit in a comfortable silence enjoying each other’s company.
That’s what you did this time but Michael was a bit more tense than usual and you took notice of this. You frowned as you placed your hand on his shoulder.
“You okay, Mike?” You asked him.
Your voice made the boy in question jump a bit startled as he whipped his head around to look at you.
“Y-Yeah,” He replied nervously. “I’m fine.”
You scowled at him. “No you’re not. You seem a bit tense and a wee bit nervous.” You replied.
Damn you’re good but he knew how observant you are. He hates you for it but he’s grateful for it too. Whenever you ask if he’s okay, he’s always willing to opening up and talk. Yet not this time.
He sighed. “You don’t say.” He replied.
“That’s all I get? Come on, Mike. What’s going on?” You asked.
“I, well, I… jeez, this is harder than I thought it would be…” He said in a low tone.
“What?” You said you were confused. He was never this tight lipped before.
“Mike, I don’t understand.” You said to him.
“Close your eyes.” He blurted out.
“Huh? Why do I have to close my eyes?” You asked in a confused tone.
“Just do it, please?” He asked with pleading eyes.
You couldn’t say no, you trusted Michael.
“Okay.” You said as you closed your eyes.
As soon as you shut your eyes, you felt something warm press against your lips. You scowled a bit in confusion as you opened your eyes. Your eyes widened in shock. Michael was kissing you gently on the lips. You didn’t know what to do but you kissed back leaning towards him. You’re finger tips brush the top of his hand as you placed your hand on top of his. Michael pulled away and he looked at you and smiled a bit.
“I really like you, Y/n. I feel that I can be myself around you. That’s why I love you, you’re everything a guy would want. You’re kind but stubborn, gentle but tough. I like that about you.” Michael said.
You blushed at his words. “I don’t know what to say. But, I’ve found that I’m very happy that you feeling the same as I do.” You said.
“Wait. You’re not messing with me are you?” Michael asked, he gripped onto you hand, squeezing it a bit.
“No, not this time. I’m being serious. I grew a crush on you even before I talk to for the first time.” You said, you chuckled a bit in embarrassment.
“What?! How come you never said anything? And how did I not notice?” Michael asked face-palming himself.
“Well, I guess I can hide my feelings pretty well. Or you’re just clueless.” You said teasing with your last comment.
“Okay, now you’re being a tease.” Michael replied with a smirk.
“Hey, I thought you loved me.” You said.
“I do love you.” Michael said.
“Good.” You said back.
Summer time love. Something that doesn’t last forever. Before his younger brother’s birthday party, you moved away, saying goodbye to the boy you loved.
20xx
Moving back to Hurricane. You thought you’d never see the day, though you had hopes that you’d return. It was your one goal once you became an adult. Mostly having the hope that you’d see the boy that had your heart and occupied your mind since you moved. Michael Afton. You had other boyfriends in your teen years and college years though they never compared to Mike.
Your neighbors were quiet friendly when you moved into your new house. They told you about your neighbor that lived next door to you. Said he worked the night shift at his job. Gee, that must suck. Though you have taken an interest in this next door neighbor of yours.
It took you a few days to get the guts to go over and introduce yourself but to say who it was, stunned you to your core.
Knocking at the door to his house, you heard a faint yell of a “coming” from behind the front door. You waited, slightly nervous as you rocked on the balls of your feet. You jumped a bit when the door opened and revealed a young man your age and he looked oddly familiar.
His blue eyes shifted to you, he had slight bags underneath his eyes must become of his night shift job. Your eyes widened and you gasped a bit.
“Mike?”
The young man widened his eyes too as you said his name. When he looked at you, he knew there was something familiar about you. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself.
“Y/n?”
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envymatsu · 2 months ago
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Fuck it. St0nermatsu au head canons bc who gives a shit
Below the cut for obvious reasons
Obviously this kind of stuff is something that is p illegal and very looked down upon in Japan but I'm asking you to gently take my hand and pretend that it isn't... this is entirely for my own amusement.
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Osomatsu: Does smoke, but prefers drinking to smoking. If he's smoking he's either spending all day inside watching cartoons, or if he feels like it he'll go out and get crossfaded, which always results in complete and utter chaos for himself and everyone around him. Has definitely woken up face first in a ditch before.
Preferred method: pipe (basic bitch)
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Karamatsu: Doesn't smoke because he doesn't want the smell on him, but does indulge in the occasional edible. You'd think he'd be pretty open about schweed bc he thinks it's cool or whatever, but he's actually a little ashamed of it. It's harder to keep up his persona when he's high so he always tries to be alone. Ironically, his brothers actually prefer him when he's high but he's too deluded to admit it, or even realize it. He started so that he could take better naps but actually really just enjoys being able to turn his brain off. I think of Karamatsu as a chronic overthinker so it would definitely help.
Preferred method: edibles
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Choromatsu: You would think he doesn't smoke but he's actually pretty frequent. Not every day but on a consistent basis. He ofc always scolds his brothers for it but we know he's a massive hypocrite. He's the kind of guy who genuinely thinks he's dying when he's high and everyone's really confused on why he does it. Would probably also smoke and then psych himself out watching horror movies. Definitely the paranoid type. Maybe he's into the fear, idk.
I think it would be really funny though if he got like, super into it. Like knows all the strains in the area and probably knows how to smoke out of anything. A hipster about it I guess is what I'm trying to convey.
Preferred method: says none, but like. Genuinely really likes the apple.
Ichimatsu: The only one I think would be a full on st0ner. Took a while to warm up to it but genuinely loves the peace of mind it gives him. Don't get me wrong, even stoned he's still loner/weirdo and just continues doing whatever he was already doing (playing with cats, going for walks, reading, etc) but he doesn't internally panic if someone smiles at him on the street.
Preferred method: b0ng
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Jyushimatsu: You would think it mellows him out. It does not. He took one edible one time, got the worst munchies known to man, and passed out in the most inconvenient spot until it wore off. He doesn't want to actually smoke bc he doesn't want to possibly damage his lungs bc he needs them for baseball. He's OK with his brothers doing it but doesn't really participate
Preferred method: none
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Todomatsu: Only smokes socially, has no intention of smoking or getting high in his free time. Definitely just bums it off of other people. When he's high he's a little obnoxious about it though. Definitely tells people how much he loves it and how he got soooo high, but he actually isn't super into it because it's harder for him to keep up appearances and he can end up being incredibly brutal at times when he's trying to be sweet/manipulative
Preferred method: whatevers available
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sorreltail · 8 months ago
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complexities…………………. i’m having mistyfoot list cats who died directly or indirectly as a result of forbidden interclan romances and im like….should she list greypool?? probablyyyyy not? tigerstar scared her into falling down a hill and hitting her head and dying because he was interrogating her about bluestars relationship with oakheart which is already a bit of a grey area but more importantly we don’t know if mistyfoot ever found out the truth bc fireheart didn’t tell her the whole story when it first happened……… this is something that i really don’t feel like fireheart would want to keep to himself forever but idk if he’d want to tell mistyfoot. i reckon he might’ve told greystripe at some point in their lives??? i’ll leave her out to be safe
while im on the greypool topic. i always thought her being misty/stones adopted mum was such a horrendously big plot hole and maybe one of the biggest flaws that crookedstars promise introduced?? it’s so well established in TPB that misty/stone believe that greypool is their mother and oakheart is their father and that all of riverclan thinks so too, but then in crookedstar’s promise they fully give greypool some random old man as her mate???? so what we’re expected to assume that greypool has 3 kids with this guy but then they all die and then literally a week later she has 2 new kids with her brother in law …………… if they were going to try to stick with TPB which i think is what they should’ve done, they shouldn’t have given her any mate at all and had her first litter be mystery kittens so that it would be slightly less weird when she suddenly started raising a pair with oakheart. and maybe have had her hide out in the nursery around her birth give that lady some depression.
in my perfect world, greypool and rippleclaw remained mates and the two of them platonically coparented misty/stone with oakheart (tho rippleclaw is an uninteresting old man so he can be absent) and misty/stone grew up believing that they were of rogue/loner/kittypet heritage but considered oak and grey to be their parents :]
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isa-ghost · 11 months ago
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honestly its hard to come up with head cannon requests that already haven't been done but I've been thinking
so just to clarify, c!Phil wont be a separate person from hc/p!phil in the au now that its confirmed that they are both the same person lore-wise?
also in more detail, what are o and q Phil's goals/motivations for what they want to do next at this point in their lives and how will meeting each other affect those goals? like ik at this point Crowley is searching for his parents, but q!Phil has just been emotionally devastated by chay and llulah leaving his life and is presumably trying to find purpose in his life again? ig tldr; I'd love to hear what you think is going on in their brains goal/plan-wise when they meet each other and how it influences the plot?
Yes! I updated the original post so now it's JUST hc!Phil (who is also smpe, c, and q) and o!Phil) :] 2 Phils will be way easier to handle and write a formal fic for if or when I get a good plot idea. I have the foundation but not the Events, yknow?
The plot is kinda sorta the answer to your question.
You're absolutely right, Crowley is still determined to track down his parents, oSneeg, or SOME kind of closure about everything, all while narrowly scraping by bc he's currently the world's most cringefail excuse of an adult (mf grew up so spoonfed he doesn't even know how to do basic chores like laundry or cooking or dishes).
And qPhil (any abbreviation works for specifying him btw, or just say Phil bc we can clarify ccPhil easily) is indeed at a loss rn for what to do with himself. The isolation in Hardcore hurts after spending over a year with consistent company, but his 2 purposes in life are [ 1 ] his historian & architect work in HC and [ 2 ] (apparently) being a caretaker. But he has no motivation to go back to the former atm, and has no one to do the latter for,,,,, until he meets Crowley. ;) See where this is going?
Crowley needs someone to help him learn how to be a capable adult. And maybe some extra hands with tracking down his family and/or friend.
Phil needs a long-term distraction and company because his normal occupations are too daunting and the thought of being alone makes him physically sick.
Crowley is company in need of a mentor, a caretaker of sorts.
Phil is a goldmine of life experience and wisdom.
They're exactly what the other needs right now. But their jadedness and trauma are gonna CLASH at first.
Where are their heads at right now, you ask?
Crowley is not a people person (outside of oSneeg, "he's special ok >:(" ) and is gonna HATE swallowing his pride to ask for help. Also this old man is fucking annoying. And keeps calling him a tory. What the fuck is a tory. God, he's a nuisance.
Phil has, for the umpteenth time in his long long life, lost those closest to him with no "what comes next" in mind and not enough preparation for the goodbye that hit him. He's back to keeping people at arm's length to protect himself and his heart, he's back to hating the world and immortality, and back to being an aimless hermit loner. Which normally doesn't bother him but this time the people he spent time with wanted him for him, weren't using him as a weapon for their agenda or displacing their anger on him. They loved him and enjoyed his presence and he felt such and he hasn't in a long long LONG time, if ever. He had good kids who loved and admired him properly. He had everything he's, in recent history, lacked. And it was ripped away from him one way or another. He's bitter.
And the LAST thing he needs is this punk ass tory ass bratty ass incapable ass child of an avian trying his already worn-out patience and stressing his Constant Survival Mode ass out. Except he's not the last thing. He's THE thing.
And as soon as that clicks, that's it. Fine, fuck it. Might as well help this shithead find his way in the world. What else is he doing? No one else is gonna help this asshole when he treats people like THAT. Pog through the pain and take on the task. What's do I have to lose right now? 🙃 My wings? My sanity? Wouldn't be the first time!
And honestly? Getting on Crowley's nerves is kind of a nice outlet for things ngl. These two need to be a little bitchy, as a treat. It'll fix them. And maybe bond them.
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