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studentinpursuitofclouds · 3 days ago

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Headcanons about the svd and sve Bachelor(ette)s discovering the farmer will always sleep until the next day 6am on the dot no matter what?

Bc finding out your spouse will is both capable of sleeping from 1am to 6am and 7am to next day 6am and passing out in the mountains to 6am must be real fun to find out.

If that hasn't been done yet please and maybe thank you <3

Agree, a situation where your spouse can't be woken up before 6am is pretty funny and a good source for a funny headcanon (or even angst). Which, by the way, while writing it gave me another funny thought (maybe I'll write it in the future) - what if we switch roles? Because all bachelors/ettes go to bed at exactly 10 p.m., and you can't get them up again until the next day...

"Hey, Elliott, do you want to watch a movie or do something... more interesting?~"

"Of course, my love, we can-"

*10:00 p.m.*

"Zzzzzzz...."

"....Seriously, Elliott? Elliott?"

Oh well, I got distracted.... 😅 Anyway, thanj you so much for the ask, dear anon! ❤️

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Stardew Valley:

Harvey:

Harvey is already often at the doctor's mode every time he catches his spouse with serious wounds after their adventures, and now there's a new cause for concern. In addition to the fact that Farmer will not wake up before 6 a.m. under any circumstances (which is already a cause for concern, because what if they are somewhere far away, in forest for example?), the fact that because of this peculiarity Harvey's spouse will suffer from either sleep deprivation or oversleeping. And in both cases it has a negative impact on health. That's why the doctor will remind Farmer to go to bed on time and not to overload themself with farm work.

Shane:

Shane didn't pay attention to Farmer's habit at first, because either Shane couldn't get up that early (okay from 7 a.m., but 6 a.m.? Nah...) or he left Farmer to sleep further if he got up earlier than them, because they worked hard and they needed rest, and he went to make breakfast/feed the chickens. Although the moment when his spouse lay down on the couch to take a nap at noon and woke up with 6am the next day already, Shane freaked out, because holy shit he already thought they were sick or worse. Does this have some kind of bad effect on Farmer's health? No? If it's ok, Shane will get used to not being able to wake his spouse up before 6 in the morning pretty quickly.

Elliott:

Farmer got up from the bed and headed toward the kitchen, waiting for their husband Elliott by the coffee machine. But the kitchen was empty, which was odd, since Elliott didn't usually start the morning without cappuccino. Just when they were about to assume where the writer was going, their ginger spouse kicked the door and ran into the house... with Harvey and Maru? "This way, doctor, hurry! Farmer's not feeling well, they won't wake up and they need help right away- Oh..." False alarm... But honestly, Harvey will confirm Elliott's concern: it's really weird that Farmer is in no way awake to all of Elliott's futile attempts. The writer and Farmer will listen to a couple of doctor's advice and get a prescription for some medication. Elliott will make sure his dear spouse goes to bed early so they don't get sleep deprivation and its attendant problems.

Sam:

"Babe. Babe. Baaaaaaabe. Are you awake? Hon. Babe-" Sam had been shaking Farmer for probably ten minutes, but to the musician's surprise, his spouse was sleeping the dead sleep. Which made him a little worried, because.... They don't wake up at all, and- Oh! Farmer mumbled something in their sleep, so at least they're okay. "Babe. Wake up, please. Babe. Baaaaabe-" Though such a deep sleep was still stressing Sammy out a little bit. After half an hour, Farmer stopped making any sounds at all, but as soon as the six a.m. alarm clock went off, Farmer abruptly opened his eyes. "Good morning, Sammy~" "I thought you were dead." "Wha...?" Well, Farmer would agree with their spouse - If the roles were reversed, they'd be worried too.

Alex:

Tired, Farmer wrapped themself in a blanket on the couch and fell asleep at 4:00 p.m. Alex, who found them in such a position, left the kiss and went to prepare dinner for two. The food was ready, and the athlete went to wake up his spouse. Woke him up for about ten minutes, no effect. From that he started calling Harvey in a panic, and when Farmer was taken away, he was sitting not far from the emergency room where Farmer was lying. He refused to go home, and while the doctor spent the whole night trying to wake Farmer up and wanted to call Zuzu hospital, Farmer got up at six in the morning sharp. Yoba, Alex cried and hugged the confused Farmer, who did not understand why the spouse was sobbing, why Harvey was lying unconscious and how they ended up in the clinic.

Sebastian:

Though outwardly Sebastian was calm, his heart was beating quite fast from worry. He was a bit nervous, for he had never before encountered a heavy sleeper like Farmer. Sebby could easily be wakened by a rustle, but his love did not care at all about external sounds, even if a meteorite fell, they would not wake up. But at least they breathe and sniffle, that's good. He looked at his spouse for a long time, until he had fallen asleep himself, and now Farmer was looking at his slightly asleep husband. "Did you not sleep well, Sebby?" "....You could say that." He would ask Farmer to consult a doctor about it, because it... wasn't exactly normal.

Penny:

Penny's first encounter with such a peculiarity of her spouse did not go very smoothly, to say the least, as she stood crying by the bedside, vainly waking up Farmer and thinking that they had died or fallen into a coma. Imagine Farmer's face who woke up at exactly six in the morning from a sweet dream, and instead of their wife's warm smile and the smell of fresh coffee saw a sobbing Penny with the phone in her hands, calling Harvey for help. The conversation will be awkward, and Penny will rightly be angry, because she should be warned about this, but quickly adjusts to such a strange Farmer's habit. Though she'll still periodically check to see if they're breathing, just to reassure that everything's okay.

Abigail:

Abigail used to think that her Farmer was just a very deep sleeper, as she usually didn't take long attempts to wake up her spouse, leaving them to dream further, and went to do her own thing without Farmer's help. But the violet-haired girl began to notice this sort of thing more often. On one such night, she decided to test her little theory - Abby lightly shaked them, tickled them, tried to call to them (loudly), even put ice on their hand/leg/stomach - to no avail, they lay still like log, and only sniffled quietly. "You really are a deep sleeper until 6:00 a.m., like wow!" Abby shared her thoughts the next morning with Farmer, and she sounded more like admiration than concern.

Maru:

When the rooster crowed at exactly six in the morning, Farmer stretched sweetly and turned around to where Maru should be lying. Only instead of a sleeping wife or an empty seat (when she gets up early and makes breakfast), Maru was looking directly at her spouse, with notepad and pen in hand. "Hey darling, did you sleep well?" "Did you sleep well?" Judging by the heavy sigh and bags across Maru's eyes, apparently not. The young inventor noticed this strange pattern and decided to test her theory. They do indeed always get up at 6am, no matter what time they went to bed. It's very interesting! ...Although she admits that it was kinda strange to watch Farmer like that, and plus she was getting sleep deprived.

Haley:

Well, Haley hadn't noticed it at first, for at least she'd adapted to farm life, but getting up at six in the morning, seriously? People are still in bed at that time. But later, she caught this unusual phenomenon when Farmer lay down to rest for a couple hours at noon, but slept through all the plans they and their beloved wife wanted to make for the evening. Haley herself sleeps about 10 hours a night, but 18? And her spouse was impossible to wake up with anything. Nothing works, at all. The next morning she'll be a little passive-aggressive that the promised date got derailed, but she'll also be concerned because somehow this is kinda weird. Maybe they should see a doctor.

Emily:

"Thank Yoba! I was already afraid you wouldn't wake up!" The first words Farmer heard after waking up caused them to rise abruptly and look around their surroundings. Hmm, strange, they're not in a clinic, nor are they on the first level of the Mines. They're fine, and only a sad and worried Emily was standing around. "I heard some sort of scratching outside the front door and I wanted you to check, but there was no way to wake you up, and I was starting to get scared-" Oops... Farmer forgot to mention that they don't get up until after 6am, and there's no way to wake them up. Yeah, it's a weird peculiarity, but that's the way it is. At least with Farmer it's okay, so Emily relaxed a bit. But Farmer themself is worried: if they don't get up before 6 am, how to help their wife if someone, Yoba forbid, gets into the house...?

Leah:

In the first time this happened, Leah naturally freaked out when Farmer didn't wake up after a long sleep/consciousness in the Mines (just tired and collapsed from exhaustion, not wounds). And then it happened again. And again. And again, and again, and again. Until, annoyed by Farmer's disregard for their own health, the artist picked up a sculpted hammer and threatened it at the Farmer's face. "You know, I understand you have this thing with sleep, but that doesn't mean you need make it worse. Dear spouse, go to bed on time, or else..." Farmer did not want to know what would happened after "or else...", so they listened to their strict but caring wife and started to go to bed on time. And at home, not in Mines/Skull Cavern (...in most cases).

Stardew Valley Expanded:

Magnus Rasmodius:

Magnus would at first think that some kind of curse (from his ex-wife) had been cast on his spouse, or that his own spell, which he usually casts on Farmer for protection, had given strange side effects. But after checking, he found nothing life-threatening - Farmer is always up at six in the morning no matter what, and the effects of magic are nowhere to be found. Unusual, but Farmer themself are quite an unusual person, as is Rasmodius himself. There will, of course, be worries in case Magnus' beloved spouse inadvertently falls asleep or passes out in a dangerous place, but it's nothing that enchanted artifacts or spells can't solve.

Victor:

Perhaps Victor would not have been so frightened by the first encounter with such a peculiarity of his spouse, if it had not been for a series of previous events. Victor didn't know that Farmer didn't get up until 6:00 a.m. His spouse had returned from their adventure complaining that they had bumped their head a little when falling from a height. No serious wounds, and Farmer checked with the doctor, ok. Farmer was still complaining of a headache, and decided to take a half hour nap, ok. Victor wakes Farmer after two hours of sleep, for dinner. They don't wake up. The spaghetti lover's first thought is that the head injury turned out to be much more serious... Which is why Victor immediately sounds the alarm and calls Harvey. The next morning Farmer wakes up as if nothing had happened ("Wait, is that clinic?"), but Victor insists that more tests must be done. He's worried, alright?

Lance:

Hmm, pretty unusual, and... Lance is getting a little worried about this information. His spouse is telling him in direct text that if they fall asleep or pass out, they will not, under any circumstances, wake up before 6am the next morning. And if Farmer for some reason decides to spend the night in a tent near a place swarming with monsters or wild beasts, or collapses from exhaustion in the same forest or other, not too safe place... The pink-haired adventurer knows that his beloved Farmer can take care of themself, but will still either recommend going on adventures with him (or Marlon), or find a solution to this problem in magic (instant travel artifacts if Farmer starts to fall asleep/lose consciousness, or something like that).

Sophia:

Sophia's first assumption when she couldn't wake her spouse was that they had fallen into a coma, and in a fit of panic, she tearfully began calling Dr. Harvey, Maru, Gus - anyone who could help Farmer in any way. Those who arrived had already brought a stretcher to lay Farmer down and take them to the clinic, but as soon as it hit 6 a.m., they quietly opened their eyes.... and were stunned by the change of scenery. Why are they on a stretcher? Gus, Harvey? What's goin- Sophia, why are you crying? The pink-haired girl will insist on visiting Harvey to see if her spouse is okay. Yes, the habit is strange, but it doesn't affect Farmer's health, except that it is necessary to go to bed on time and preferably at home (at least in the Pelican Town where there are people). Sophia checks them before they go to bed anyway to make sure everything is okay. That incident scared her terribly.

Claire:

"Dear, don't you think this is a little strange? Do you always get up at this hour?" Claire asked the question casually, since although her spouse was fine and had no health complaints/sleep problems, such a strange coincidence couldn't help but go unnoticed by her. If Farmer replied that they woke up like this, at six a.m. sharp, precisely after they moved to Stardew Valley, Claire would be a little concerned. Maybe.... Farmer should watch their sleep schedule and lighten the adventures duties? She's just being caring and wants to make sure they're okay and it's not detrimental to their health.

Scarlett:

Scarlett noticed that Farmer got up at a certain time, although at first her theory was a bit wrong. She thought that her dearest spouse wakes up only after the rooster call only, which usually crowed closer to 6 am. So Scarlett decided to test her little theory by letting Copper (their rooster) into the bedroom at half past six in the morning. The proud bird immediately started his wake up song, but Farmer was deed asleep. But when the clock had already struck exactly six, they got out of bed. "Good morning, dear- Why is our rooster in the bedroom?" "Oh, we just testing a theory." Kinda strange, but if Farmer's health wasn't threatened by this, Scarlett would be relatively calm.

Olivia:

Olivia didn't just call a local doctor and his assistant - the former Joja accountant started calling all the professional doctors she knew from Zuzu city, worryingly describing the symptoms and the condition of her spouse who was still asleep. Farmer woke up yesterday, went to couch for an hour nap at 11am and still hasn't woken up! Olivia is in a panic, and while Harvey tries to sort out Farmer's condition, she runs back and forth with her phone. Waking up already in the room, Farmer will be in complete shock, to say the least, to see a whole bunch of doctors examining them. Olivia's spouse is fine, but they're both definitely not leaving the clinic until the doctors' verdict. And if Farmer had warned her about this 'peculiarity'...

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mrmeowski · 9 months ago

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˚✧𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐭. 𝟏/𝟐✧˚

Synopsis: You thought it was all going to be fine being around these majestic beings that only your kind could dream to meet however, you did not expect such an outcome when they started falling for a lowly human such as yourself. They say it is for your own safety as you are just a mere mortal, but you fear that they may be the danger.

CW: Emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationship, abusive, controlling, toxic behaviors, stalking

Word Count: 5.1k

Characters: 🧡༻✧ Barbatos [588] 💜༻✧ Diavolo [608] 🧡༻✧ Mephistopheles [973] 💜༻✧ Michael [628] 🧡༻✧ Raphael [767] 💜༻✧ Simeon [372] 🧡༻✧ Solomon [521] 💜༻✧ Thirteen [711]

⋇⊰BARBATOS⊱⋇

A demon butler that can travel beyond dimensions and time. With his phenomenal gift, he can prevent you, his darling, from dying, breaking up with him, or even rejecting him. He will always be able to have what and who he wants, whenever he desires, but don't worry—he will only look out for you and you solely.

Though he wouldn't put too many restrictions on you, he would merely follow you and keep an eye on you from a distance. Oh, and when you're not together, he'd slyly observe you and court you with his silver tongue in person. Isn't that what every ideal couple wants? Wouldn't that be nice?

With such immense power, he was almost if not unstoppable. He has the ability to break you repeatedly, and you won't be able to recall a thing. You wouldn't even be able to realize that he was watching you suffer over and over. Since he can go back in time indefinitely, even if you were to die, he would turn back time to keep you alive and with him forever. He is free to do anything he wants without you ever knowing or hating him.

Thus, be aware if you witnessed him being odd or alarming in any other way, he had witnessed something you were unaware of. He has experienced things in this timeline that you never remember and knows things you do not. something that he had done, things you never thought he would do.

On the exterior, he was constantly calm, collected, and exceptionally patient. He can always make things his way at any point he chooses them to, can't he? So if there's no cause to be envious, why should he be? With a single glance, he can always have anything he desires. However, on some moons, he cannot help it. He has an insatiable desire to erupt and violently tear down every demon that has been disrespectfully gazing at you. Behind your back, your butler has been playing with that low life a lot every time it dies, which feeds into his sadism. Why are you shocked? At the end of the day, he was still a demon.

Everyone was aware of his cleanliness and that reflected on your relationship with him. Everything needed to be picture-perfect for you, so don't expect him to get his hands too dirty. When he does though, he won't leave anything behind. Why should you be the witnesses to his mess? His methods for dealing with people who are unable to keep their dirty hands to themselves are beyond the comprehension of your mortal mind. On the other hand, he might leave a mess for him to examine and appreciate your various responses. Although he cannot guarantee it would be the last does it really matter when he can make you forget it?

Furthermore, he only wants you to see the flawless side of him—not this awful devil that adores punishing demons who are beneath him—the magnificent royal butler of the Demon Prince—your lovely, compassionate, and exceedingly forgiving demon. No matter what happened, he would never allow you to recall anything negative about him. Not in this timeline, anyway. But remember that he does care about you; all of this effort is a direct result of his desire to express how much you mean to him. He would hold onto you until he breathed his last because you were a once-in-a-million opportunity that not even he could be certain he would get again.

⋇⊰DIAVOLO⊱⋇

The adorable and bubbly young prince with slight daddy issues. Isn't it true that all large lads have big hearts? This person even surpasses Beelzebub in the size of his golden heart. Still, though... do not treat him casually. There will always be a stain among all the light within him. For the love of Christ, he is the prince of hell; he is not a saint—far from it, surprisingly.

He is the next ruler of Devildom, he is not to be taken for the gentle, endearing, innocent, and loving man that he is. Yes, he can be a very big and strong teddy at times, but he was also quite perceptive and cunning.

He doesn't need to inquire because he already saw and is aware of your interests. When you seem happy talking about a certain topic, he will bring it up more often and if he doesn't know much about it, he can learn more so that he can make more insightful remarks. Enjoying a particular food or drink? You'll taste the dish in its finest form.

As a prince, he was always given whatever he desired, and he wanted the same treatment from you. He wasn't simply interested in the program, you. It's fascinating to see how you, a mere mortal from the mortal world, can get along with powerful angels and demons as if they were your human best friends! That's just astonishing, isn't it?

He was undoubtedly fascinated by every aspect of you, even the smallest and least obvious details. There were even moments when you were oblivious to those small details about yourself. Since he was raised within the castle walls, he thought everything was amazing. Tough, yet not as terrible as life for the average people. When he continues to ask you innocuous questions about the human world, your life back then, your family's identity and situation, and other topics don't get annoyed.

The demon prince can become quite possessive and envious. He wants something? He gets it. Always. How can those lowly and pitiful demos send you that look whilst he was talking to you!? Repugnant and inappropriate! They're foolish enough to dare touch you! Maybe it would be helpful to remind everyone that you are his—that he has the only right to stare and touch in such a way. Getting filthy wouldn't harm him, would it?

Although he doesn't enjoy getting his hands dirty, he will if it's for you. If someone even considers snatching you away from him, he would do all in his power to make things as messy as possible. Still, he won't allow you to discover it, and even if you did... he has something up his sleeve for that case.

He was really good at hiding shifts in behavior, so it was unlikely that you would notice any. The man has immense control over all of the others, so neither their personalities nor actions will change. You could sense that people were gradually pulling away from you, even your closest pals who you knew for most of your days in Devildom. The brothers have also been aloof, and even though you can sense hesitation in their eyes, you are unable to get them to explain why they were acting in this way or whether you did something wrong.

Up until the Demon Prince becomes the only person you can turn to for support. You had no idea that he was the driving force behind everything, and when you do fall apart, he will be the only person there to support you. Giving you the impression that he is all that is left for you.

⋇⊰MEPHISTOPHELES⋇

Mephisto dislikes your presence since you are an outsider, a mortal amid the demons and angels, which comes as no surprise. He already disliked the notion that angels had partnered with the Demon Prince, and while you posed no threat to any of them, unlike Solomon, the young Lord's preoccupation with you could be another rival for the prince's attention. You see, the journalist's goal was to be Diavolo's playmate—that is why he was conceived in the first place! He was meant to be his right-hand man, but when the brothers arrived, that purpose became uncertain. Lucifer had become the prince's new fascination, and he was concerned that the future ruler of hell would lose interest in him. Then you added to the pile!

He watched in utter silence as you threaded your way past everyone's hearts, but he is no fool. He will not fall like the others! He refuses to be just another dog under your care. He cannot disappoint his family; if he fails at his one ambition, what is his life's purpose? He's glad Diavolo still considers him a great friend, but when he compares his relationships with the prince and the fallen angel, it feels like they're far closer, despite being childhood friends with the young Lord. He felt irritated and worthless. What is he lacking? What does he lack that the fallen angel possesses? Has he fallen so low that the prince cherished you more than him?

In one of his weakest and most vulnerable times, he burst into tears, screaming out all his frustrations when he thought he was alone only for you to be right there listening to his supposed-to-be self-rants. He was too mentally tired to shoo you away or to drag his exhausted body something far else. Surprisingly yet annoyingly, you stayed by his side no matter how many times he told you to leave him bet. You were so persistent in listening in to his problems, stating that one should always tell someone about what they're going through rather than going through it alone. There was also something stupid you mentioned, along the line of, "Once you let it out, it would be much better."

Your kindness made him feel guilt at the times he was such a jerk to you and that he thought of you in such a negative light when all the tales he has heard about you from the brothers, the young Lord, and sometimes the angels state nothing but the truth. At times he does question his relationship with the prince, just like he does with him and the fallen angel. The young journalist never had a conversation with Diavolo about something this personal—it always circles around politics. Perhaps that may be the reason why the price treasures Lucifer the most because they are on a personal level, and they feel so close because they share their thoughts and problems. That revelation made him feel worse but at least he knew he had someone he could call a true friend and that someone happened to be you. You indicated that if he had anything else to say, he should rant away at you, and while he hesitated at first, his worries had become overwhelming.

He listens to your difficulties as a means of repaying you and expressing his regret for everything he has thought and said about you. And, while it can be difficult for him to connect to such mortal matters, he does his best to soothe you, just as you do with him. The man is as wealthy as Diavolo; he can afford anything you want and knows a lot of people, so... if a demon has been nagging you in the last few days, he can quickly throw them off and they will no longer disturb you! Ever.

However, there is one issue... Lucifer. The very same Avatar of Pride that jeopardized his position as the Demon Prince's right-hand man, and now that arrogant demon was diverting all of your attention away from him! He was having everything he was intended to have! And while he may have let the previous one go, he will not allow him to take you without a fight. Plus, you enjoyed listening to him, right? You have fun when he is around, right? So, why are you still in the House of Lamentation when you might be with him at the mansion? You also mentioned that you would like to visit there in your spare time.

Come on, you don't want him to be miserable again, right? To fall back into the trench of despair that he dug previously, right? Then simply choose him, be with him forever, and never think of any demon, angel, or human again. In the world of false relationships, you were the only one he considered a true friend. He may have been meant to playmate for the prince, but he might have been born to be your mate.

⋇⊰MICHAEL⊱⋇

He's heard stories about you from Luke and, on occasion, Simeon, and whenever they speak their stories, his tone-skinned companion feels compelled to speak up but does not. The archangel hardly glanced at them; he was a very busy angel with more important things to do than listen to their tale. And, while he acknowledges it, he doesn't give it much thought because he personally thought you were wicked because those demons admired you so much. Perhaps you poisoned the angels' brains, causing them to say and think such things to him! He will not fall for your petty games, mortal.

However, when he had to travel down to Devildom for business reasons and saw you in person, it felt as if the entire miserable place was under your spell, and he became an instant victim. It almost seemed like it was put there, particularly for him! He then began feeling guilty every day that he had not gone down to meet you or dismissed the angels' reports about you.

You have no place among the demons, and while he was confident that the brothers, as well as the Demon Prince and his butler, would not willfully touch you, the same could not be true about other unhinged, ravenous hounds craving for human souls. It was difficult not to take you at that time; at once he finally understood why his brothers admired you so much.

With his busy schedule, he cannot travel down as frequently as he would like, so he instructed Raphael to keep an eye on you, and while the angel already had many chores to complete, these were the few he genuinely appreciated. If something happened to you, the angel would be unable to see the end of it, leaving the high-ranking archangel to deal with it directly.

Back then, his attention was just focused on his Father's obligations, but now it was completely consumed by you. He has no idea how you could possibly haunt his mind to the point that he dreams about taking you away. However, he cannot unless he wants to wage war with Devildom when their treasured human is carried away by not just an angel but him. That notion didn't help; he simply became angry with every passing moment that he couldn't take you, despite the fact that his visits had become more often than ever.

So, whenever he does have time to visit you, he can't help but drag you away from everyone else, including his fellow celestial angels. They had their moment with you; now it was his turn to learn more about you. He would want to know all there is to know about you and tell you innumerable anecdotes back in his realm in the hopes that you will enjoy it more—which is understandable given that the Celestial Realm is far superior to Devildom! Then perhaps you would enjoy it more and be willing to travel there, forcing the Demon Prince to allow you to see them without interfering with the angels...

Be warned that the high-ranking angel has a way with words. He knows the appropriate words to persuade you to love the Celestial Realm and not be tempted to leave. He'll bring you the most breathtaking landscape that nobody could turn away from. Hm? Oh, you want to return home? But he assumed you liked it here—you even mentioned you hoped you lived here! Your dreams could be realized! So, why are you backing out now? Did your mind change? He hoped not for he will not allow you to leave the heavenly realm, even if his Father opposes it. You're bound to him like the gorgeous white wings that grew from his back, whether you like it or not.

⋇⊰RAPHAEL⊱⋇

Like Michael, the workaholic angel paid little consideration to you—to him, you were just another exchange student like himself. Then he met you and was utterly insulted that you had mistaken him for that socially inept weirdo! From then on, he found you pretty annoying, poking about where you shouldn't be and asking questions that should have been left unanswered. He enjoyed the calm that stillness provided, and you would spoil it for him. It bothered him when the brothers begged him to play, and it worsened when it came to you.

Whenever he assists Luke with his studies, the boy cannot help but mention you to him, to the point where it appears that he is just talking about you, which irritates the tone-skinned angel even more. You were so carefree that you didn't obey the rules that the brothers gave you—that's why you were nearly killed by the youngest brother for not listening to the Avatar of Pride. The frustrated angel vowed to rain down spears if you would not stop, but you refused to listen! It was evident that you had learned nothing from your interactions in the attic. He can't understand why his fellow brethren adored you so much that Michael fell for your trap and told him to care after you. As if his plate wasn't already full...

He didn't want to look after you, but he can't disobey or do a poor job. During one of his checks on you, he accidentally overheard one of your chats with Lucifer, which was about him! With such a topic, he can't help but keep his presence hidden from both of you. As usual, you asked countless questions, but not concerning Devildom or the Celestial Realm; rather, you inquired about what he enjoys and doesn't the most. The demon stated that he was a very calm person who enjoyed quiet locations; he even encouraged you to contain yourself when he was present.

The angel found himself able to barely endure your incomprehensible blabberings in the days that followed, but only because it decreased. At first, he doesn't fully see the cause for the abrupt shift in tone as long as it is far more bearable, but a few days later he eventually connects the dots. You were so concerned for him that you asked someone what would tick him off and genuinely listened to their advice. He didn't think you'd be able to listen and follow after this revelation... He had no idea what to say or do about it, especially since he had been badmouthing you all with his threats and harsh statements. It was a simple deed, but it had a significant impact; perhaps you're not so evil after all, it almost made him feel bad about all those things. Almost.

However, you gradually became more distant, as if he was not merely standing behind you, watching as directed by Michael. It revealed a completely new aspect of you. Sure, he appreciated the stillness, but watching you connect with others while he remained on the sidelines caused his chest to tighten and twist in unsettling ways. He cannot explain why such an event occurred, but one thing is certain: you are the cause of his sorrow. The discomfort was manageable at first, but he eventually gave up.

He doesn't use words; instead, he expresses his gratitude to you via service; it doesn't matter if you notice or not; as long as it makes things a bit easier for you, that's enough for him. But it became clear that he was doing something; if he sees you suffering with something, he'll help you with it. In terms of language, he often expresses himself harshly. Many people complained behind his back, but you kept your cool, at times delivering a comeback—which irritated him at first. He liked it... too much, perhaps.

Perhaps he is overly fond of you. He rarely has someone do something special for him, such as respect his space or give him gifts. It began as a command he despised, but it has since evolved into something more. He was watching after you not because Michael commanded him to, but because he cared about you. He's been in the background for way too long; isn't it time for him to have you? He can be your everything, do anything for you, and keep you safe from every living thing! You won't need anyone else as he has the whole package! It's just him... And nobody else. If you dare to approach him, you will be met with spears.

⋇⊰SIMEON⊱⋇

A genuinely divine and pure entity... just try not to peer too closely. Being among demons didn't bother him, especially since he knew some of them in their Celestial years, yet he felt so unclean to see you among them, moreover, leaving with them. You should've been placed in Purgatory Hall with him' Luke, who already finds great pleasure in having you around, and Solomon, a fellow human being.

Isn't this angelic writer of poetry and books simply wonderful? When he creates a story, he occasionally allows his emotions to get the better of him. If you look closely, you can see that the main character is somewhat based on you, while the love interest is modeled on him. He plays around with these characters, giving them a family and creating the most beautiful situation imaginable—it's his way of fulfilling his unspoken desire.

Every time he sees you staring at the demon brothers, and especially that careless prince, it just kills his heart! You have to turn to face him for he is such a perfect being! So, why don't you, then? He doesn't enjoy doing awful things, but if he has the time, he might occasionally stalk you. He's a really possessive person who will glare at people behind your back if they seem to be checking you. Though he wouldn't typically get rid of pests on his own, who would know he did so if he didn't leave even a trace? The majority of the time, he will pretend that someone else completed the task while keeping his hands clean.

The angel is also quite skilled at concealing his joy and shame, displaying only a faint blush along with his trademark smile. Someone referred to you as the cutest couple? He would simply politely inform them that you and he are not together, despite his intense desire to be, but he would not risk falling like a certain angel and later squealing to himself like a lunatic, adding it to the pile of situations in his stories. But he's not sure how long he will endure these cravings; falling may be pleasant if it meant he could spend all of his time with you and even start a family.

⋇⊰SOLOMON⊱⋇

The man is a smug, little bastard who is always full of himself. An immortal sorcerer who, during his human life, had struck deals with a great number of demons—72, to be exact. But at this point, is he still really human?

It all started when he was merely a friend you could trust but not with your life, and you would hang together when you had time. Since the two of you are the only humans in Devildom, it was only natural that you would get along. Late-night phone calls and massages, casting the occasional spell in spite of the condemnation of some demon brethren who have concerns for your safety, and other activities friends typically engage in during their leisure time. He was a kind mate that everyone would love, one that prioritizes your needs and wants before his.

That was before he gradually removed the mask he had been wearing since the start of your growing friendship. Calls and conversations in the middle of the night became an endless cycle, you had unwittingly fallen prey to his charms, and worst of all, he hardly acknowledged your desires—that is, the fact that your relationships and social time were suffering under his fingertips.

It always came down to what he wanted, never you, or at least what he believed you needed. He loves you and knows what is best for you, so stop complaining and do and say what he instructs you to. It was as simple as that, not too difficult.

So, when he instructs you not to wear anything or to wear a specific piece of clothing, you should understand what it means. When he warns you not to go into particular areas, you need to comprehend the consequences of disobeying. Said consequences, can be both from the pain that other demons may cause you because they are attempting to separate you from him and what he will do when he loses control of himself. Gentle penalties were already terrible, and you don't want to find out what lies beyond.

Along with being envious like everyone else, he is also merciless; he ensures that everyone who tries to look at you or comes into contact with you will pay a price for it. He truly takes delight in his ability to torment demons while being only a human, and it doesn't matter if you can see the mess—especially when you see him in action—or not. It merely serves to demonstrate once more how powerful he is and how you don't need demons to be protected... as well as what he can do to you if you attempt to break free from your restraints.

Oh and don't forget his silver tongue. Sure he won't guilt trip you like some demon but he has his own twisted ways to make you his forever, literally. He was the cause of his own immortality and though he hated it at first, now he greatly enjoyed it as you too, will be immortal. You and he will be forever a loving couple until the end of the entire universe.

⋇⊰THIRTEEN⊱⋇

The chaotic reaper enjoys designing absurd traps with equally ridiculous names. She initially loathed you just because you were acquainted with Solomon—no, she isn't jealous, as most people believe; rather, she despises the bastard. She could still remember the one time she went over to his house and he invited her to supper; the taste of his terrible food lingered in her lips. Since that day, she has been aggressive with him and despises anyone who appreciates him, particularly those who enjoy his food, such as a certain angel named Raphael. She couldn't understand how much he enjoyed the man's cuisine.

Ah, but the tides, like the ocean, are never the same and constantly vary. When she caught a whiff of who you truly are, she became instantly attached to you, like the shadow that follows you from behind, and she also began to refer to herself as '[Name] Stan' You were the polar opposite of the bastard sorcerer, and you could even keep up with her chaotic nature and rather high tone. She is well aware that most people find her obnoxious and despised, but she couldn't care less. This is how she wants to live, and she is not like them, so screw them! She loves that you have those moments when you can freely express yourself without caring about what others think of you; she is completely supportive of whatever you want to do as long as it does not jeopardize your safety.

In addition to being a reaper, she is the watcher of the Candles of Life, which stand for the souls of demons, angels, and, finally, mankind. Because you were always accompanied by demons and other similar creatures of evil, she was always concerned for your safety, and her anxiety ate away at her. She was always watching your candle, and if it dwindled even slightly, she would be close by your side. You are enjoyable to be around, and she does not want to lose you just yet! Solomon has rapidly caught up to her admiration for you, and he can't help but... chip off part of your time that could have been spent with her, much to her dismay.

She couldn't outright murder him, but she couldn't win over his soul when they played games—she swore he was cheating, utilizing his magical intelligence to increase his odds of winning, but all he said was "Skill issue," which irritated her even more. As previously said, she cannot intercede when he dies, although she could pour some of the melted wax from his candle into yours, extending your life slightly, it's not like he desperately needs it. After all, the man has been alive for so many years! He has seen life and experienced everything it has to offer, while you have not. That doesn't seem fair to her.

The reaper sometimes finds it difficult to comprehend that she once loathed you before because she now adores you so much that she could simply take you away. You enjoyed your time with her and all of the traps she set; she can tell how invested you are with them when she describes how they function and how they came to be. Nobody listens to her, tolerates her, or loves her as you do. She didn't care too much back then; she could live alone and didn't need anybody else! But then you have to come and ruin that thought, now she cannot live without you by her side, and even though she knows you'll die one day, she will do everything she can to delay it. Even to the point of breaching the golden rule.

She adores you so much that she would do anything to keep you breathing and accompanying her. Others are attempting to take you away, and Solomon's been hovering around you all day! If she loses control, the guy will collapse on the ground. His candle will never be kindled again. It was that simple, one blow, and only a rule prevented her from doing it. So if you were the one who started to drift away from her... you know the things she is capable of. It pains her, but if it is the only way to keep you forever, she will do it.

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quinloki · 2 years ago

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for the kink headcanons, can you do Heat, King, and Katakuri with Body Worship, begging/praise, and overstimulation? sorry if this was done before "^-^

Oh King - Hello good sir. I do believe this is the first time he's been asked for. Him and Heat Both \o/

Hmmm... Begging and Praise are pretty different to me, but begging feeds into over-stim, and praise feeds into body worship - so I think I can make this work.

Heat, Katakuri, King - let's go!

Heat:

Body Worship - FUCK Yes - Heat is, to me, all soft edges. Big heart, warm, calloused hands. He's scars and sugar, compromise and negotiation, but also firm and protective. He'll worship your existence with such unexpected gentleness - or expected gentleness if you've been paying attention.

The best times with Heat are those transitional moments, dawn and dusk, when the ship's extra quiet and people are either changing shifts or sleeping off big meals. He'll take what he gives to, letting the two of you be a tangle a limbs and lips, and soft quiet murmurs of love and appreciation.

Begging/Praise - Oh god you don't even know to both. - Praise ties into the body worship, but begging ties into Over-stimulation, which we'll get to in a moment. Soft and gentle as Heat is, I also think he has a sadistic streak. He doesn't want to hurt you in strictest sense of the word, but having you writhing and begging - your face stained with tears for whatever reason, he does enjoy that. So long as he's the source - like the other Kid Pirates, he won't suffer someone else making you suffer.

Over-stimulation - FUCK Yes - This man is a master of turning soft touches and gentle pleasures into absolute torture. He can have sensations building within you for an hour before you realize you're starting to get overwhelmed by it without any hope for relief. Praise turns to begging, soft turns into stern - dusk turns to night. The moonlight hits Heat's eyes and the tension in the air shifts. The softness and the kindness are still there, but there's a powerful desire to make you squirm, to make you beg, to make your body tremble against your will.

Charlotte Katakuri:

Body Worship - Oh god you don't even know - I'd written Kata receiving, but not him giving. The rating's the same either way. The reluctant lover wants you to know his reluctance is his own, and nothing to do with you. He'll praise and pleasure your body for hours on end, with a control that belies his size and stern face. He'll cover your eyes as he rains soft kisses against your skin, and soft caresses will carry such pleasure you won't even be sure if his words or his hands are driving you to the edge.

Probably both.

Begging/Praise - Sure / FUCK Yes - If begging turns you on, Kata will make sure you're begging. It doesn't do much for him directly - people beg him all the time, though not in the bedroom. He's far more interested in praising you, and honestly, being praised in return. Sincere praise, praise that actually knows him for who he is, is very rare in Kata's life.

Over-stimulation - Yes -> Oh god you don't even know - Kata's biggest fear is hurting you on accident. He's a lot bigger, and a lot stronger (unless your OPsona is comparable!) - but he's a very powerful man regardless. He wants you to feel unimaginable pleasure, but he doesn't want to accidentally harm you in the process. Once he learns though, once that future sight of his guides him through a few times, he delights in it. There's no greater blessing than seeing you unravel in stimulation and pleasure, and then watching you unravel in greater stimulation and pleasure because he adjusted accordingly in the time he had available to him.

King (other than "oh, hot." i have not given much thought to King, so this is all pretty spontaneous.) :

WARNING - Kind of Spoilery if you're not caught up on the anime/manga, but not blatantly so.

Body Worship - FUCK Yes - You should worship his body, he's far superior to you, after all. Lucky you to be loved to one such as he. If you have his attention in the first place you're pretty amazing to begin with, even if you aren't of the same tribe/clan as he is. King choosing you says a lot just from that, and he'll worship your body same as he expects to worship his. He might be superior, but he's chosen you, and that makes you superior as well. He won't let you, or anyone else, dispute that fact.

Begging/Praise - Yes / FUCK Yes - Oh you're going to beg. Maybe not for everything, and maybe not all the time, but you better know how to ask him for things properly. He expects creativity, and more than begging he wants to hear your praise. You might as well accept that you're going to be praying to this man on your knees a lot, but your devotion will be rewarded.

You'll more than earn your praise, and you'll get the desires you beg for. Nothing less to be expected of the person King's chosen to have by his side. (Do I think King's a little yandere? ... maybe. >.> )

Over-stimulation - Oh god you don't even know - Having you speaking in tongues beneath him like some follower lost in religious fervor is something he enjoys immensely. He doesn't really care about religion, but the feeling of worship that comes with it. The begging, the crying, the power to overwhelm you inside and out - it all comes together for him and makes the entire kink that much better.

He would never be so base as to be over-stimulated, but you're beautiful when you're coming apart because of him. He can't get enough of it, and honestly only stops so you can be undone again and again.

#kinky one piece head canon #x reader #heat one piece #charlotte katakuri #king one piece #katakuri x reader #king x reader #heat x reader

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whumpcloud · 2 years ago

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Things End | People Change - Natural Instinct

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taglist: @whumpsday @whumpycries @whumpwillow @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @whumpshaped @suspicious-whumping-egg @chibichibivale @melancholy-in-the-morning @zillastar13

content: whumper turned whumpee, vampire whumpee, bad caretaker, references to torture (sensory deprivation and sun burning), starvation, begging, muzzled whumpee, dehumanisation

Clary's feeding him now.

Well, maybe that's a stretch. She's still keeping her distance, and Cai is still the one that removes the muzzle, but she's there, and that she's even worked up the courage to be there means the world to Vincent.

She knows it, too, and it makes her avoid acknowledging him at all. She goes down, she stands there, and she goes back up. And it makes him so happy.

Clary screams into a pillow. She hates him, she does, for ripping her away from the world and making her terrified to even step out onto the porch at sunset. She saw exactly what the hunters did to him and she has a violent urge to do it all to him, a thousand times worse. Chain him up and make him scream for mercy.

But he would do it and thank her, and that's the part she can't stand.

Because nobody should ever suffer so deeply that they'll thank you for the pain?

No, it's because she wanted to make him that way. Not anyone else. She wanted to break him down to this shell and then keep breaking. Didn't she? Doesn't she?

She feels dizzy.

Cai raps her nightstand and tries to offer her a smile when she looks up. "I'm going to feed him. Coming along?"

Clary sighs, and nods.

Vincent is somehow beginning to look worse. Clary thinks it's that he's fed - his newer injuries have bled a little, and she isn't sure Vincent knows that she's noticed it. He's bruised, too, around the wrists and throat and ankles. Vampires need blood to heal, same as a human, they just do it much faster.

Cai's figured out that he can thread a straw through the basket muzzle so that he doesn't have to take it off, and something about that nags at Clary, but she ignores it. This is what she wanted.

"Thank you," Vincent says, half-smiling.

She watches him, the way he holds and drops the bag. Better than anyone she knows Vincent can't control his strength, and he's been progressively clutching it tighter, leaving marks in the plastic. He's not so weak anymore. She finds herself unable to be afraid even so.

"Cai, I want to be alone with him," she says.

Her brother turns towards her. "What?"

Vincent freezes. This is it. This has to be it. She's finally realised that he wouldn't dare fight back and she can do whatever she wants to him. At least there's warning. A moment of preparation. Unlike the hunters, where they deprived him of his senses until he didn't even have the privilege of hearing their footsteps coming towards him.

"Just go, I'll be fine," Clary says.

"I'm cuffing him," Cai signs sharply.

"I don't need you babying me," Clary replies. "Go."

"I'm not-" Cai groans and takes a deep breath. "Please. It's for your safety."

"I'm perfectly fucking safe!" Clary snaps, then shuts her eyes and clenches her fists when Cai recoils. "You've been getting close to him for days and he hasn't done a thing. This is my trauma. I get to handle it how I want."

Cai hesitates. "I know. I'll… go."

Vincent whimpers when Cai turns back, and shakes him by the collar of his shirt.

"Hurt her and you won't even be able to beg when I'm done with you," Cai hisses. "Got it?"

Clary seems annoyed, but she doesn't step in. Vincent nods, and Cai lets go.

They're alone. She's alone with Vincent.

"Is he outside?" she asks.

"H-Huh?"

"Cai. Is he outside the door? You can hear him, I know you can."

Vincent listens. He's gotten used to the sound of Cai's heartbeat. He nods.

"So if you do anything, he'll know."

"I understand," Vincent says. "B-But I won't. I promise you, I won't even touch you."

She stands there, for what seems like a long time, saying absolutely nothing. Vincent shifts on his knees and she flinches. He keeps still after that.

"How did you get caught?" she says, and it's quiet, but it sounds loud in this room.

"I was careless," Vincent mumbles. "I picked one off a group. It was my bad luck that they were a group of hunters."

Clary scoffs. "Don't be stupid. You think I'm gonna believe that?"

"It's the truth."

She searches him, for any sign that he's making it up to seem weaker than he really is, but she can't sense it in the slightest. He attacked a group. Why would he even contemplate it?

She takes a step closer. "Why did you keep asking for me?"

"I missed you."

"Like hell you missed me," she growls, and he flinches. "You left me to die and you wanna say you missed me?!"

"I'm sorry!" Vincent whimpers, and presses his forehead to the floor. "I know, I know I'm awful, I shouldn't have done that to you, I'm sorry--"

"Shut up!"

Vincent digs his nails into his palms but he keeps his mouth shut.

"You abandoned me!" Clary snaps. "You got bored of me and left me bleeding out in the woods and you expect-- you expect what?!"

"...C-Clary, I didn't…" That isn't what happened, is it? Vincent doesn't remember clearly. "I wasn't bored of you. That's not what happened."

"Don't just tell me that's not what happened," Clary snarls.

"I d-don't… remember. I'm sorry. I should remember, I'm so sorry." Vincent can hear her getting closer. "But I didn't… I didn't want to. I never wanted to."

"I was a plaything to you."

"No, you weren't," Vincent whispers. "I'm sorry, I know I… I used you, but you were always a person. Even when I said you weren't. I didn't mean it, I-- you were everything to me, Clary. You still are. I wouldn't lie to you, not now, please."

There's no way she should believe him.

He holds up his hands, keeps his head on the floor. "I-If you want to hurt me, I'll… I'll bleed, now. If you want that. Is that what you were waiting for?"

He sounds almost fucking hopeful. He clearly doesn't actually want to feel pain, she can tell that much. But he does want her to hurt him. He's practically desperate for her to hurt him.

"Just… get up," she mutters. "Stop doing that. You look like an idiot."

Vincent sits up, forcing himself to do it slowly. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

She kicks him in the chest, more out of blind frustration than anything. It doesn't hurt that much, but Vincent whimpers like it does. He's gotten good at that. Screaming louder than normal, whining on purpose, begging incoherently when he could easily form the words please and no and stop. Sometimes it made them stop sooner. Mostly it did nothing, but it was worth trying, because it made them smile in that skin-crawling way and tell him he was taking it so well, bloodsucker, maybe I'll only leave you in the sun for an hour instead of two and he could hope.

Vincent jumps when Clary's hand is placed on his cheek.

"I-I'm sorry, I'll stay still," he murmurs.

Clary doesn't reply. She's shaking, of course she's shaking, but he keeps his mouth shut, regardless of the muzzle. Is she going to slap him again? That's surely far less than he deserves.

Her hand creeps behind his head. Her eyes are locked to him. Watching like a hawk. He doesn't move. He stares straight ahead.

He feels her pulling at the muzzle, and then it falls from his face onto the floor. He wants to stare up at her, but he tenses and forces himself to be still.

Her wrist is in front of his face.

"Nnh!" Vincent opens his mouth on instinct and promptly shuts it. Her pulse, he can see and hear and almost feel her pulse under her skin. He never once fed from her wrist, but he has a few times in years past, and he's sure he could do it.

Vincent tries to pull back, but Clary holds her wrist up against his lips and his teeth scrape her skin and he could drink human blood again if he just pierced her skin and took it.

Animal blood is not enough. It will keep him from starving, but just a little human blood will make him feel almost alive.

Clary watches. Clary says nothing.

"C-Clary," he whines. "Clary, please, it-- can I? Please, can I? Please, please. Only a little. P-Please."

Permission. He wants permission from her. Clary grits her teeth. She wanted him to take it, to prove that he's exactly how he is in her fractured memories.

Vincent didn't change. His captivity just brought one side to the forefront, the side of Vincent that cried as he held her, that brought her almost anything she asked for in an attempt to make her happy, that might have even cared, if Vincent was capable of doing that, if she believed Vincent was capable of doing that.

"I hate you," she hisses.

Vincent lets out another soft whimper as Clary locks the door. Was that a test? But she acted as though he failed by not feeding from her. Did she want him to? Surely not.

He brings his knees to his chest and hides his face in them. Was it because he begged? Was it because he considered doing it at all?

Natural instinct is no excuse. He should've been better than that, after all of this, after all of this pain. It wasn't enough. It might never be enough, but he'll happily submit. He won't be a monster. Not ever again.

He clutches the muzzle. He doesn't know how to tie it, but he presses it to his face, and holds it there. He won't bite. Please, he won't bite.

#polly's prose #clary nikitin #cai nikitin #vincent maddox #whump #whump writing #vampire whumpee #bad caretaker #if you're wondering how i'm writing so much so quickly it's because i'm having a month-long mental crisis <3 #writing is the only thing that makes me feel productive. this sounds like a joke but honestly it is not !#things end | people change

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ultfreakme · 11 months ago

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ok ok i have 2 things to say:

1) what do you think about yuuji being unaware to junpei having a crush on him?? like, from my part i think he wouldn't see the signs that junpei gave via attitude and corporal language until later. im curious about your takes

2) zukka having a date on the turtleduck pond....... the levels of fluff im dying

Thanks for the ask AAAAHHHHH!!!

Yuuji being oblivious can have two directions; one is that Junpei is trying to hidde all signs that he does have a crush on Yuuji and is failing very badly but literally everyone and their mother knows Junpei has a giant crush on Yuuji. Two is Junpei IS showing his affection, and Yuuji doesn't notice. In the first route, literally no one is having a fun time but Yuuji. Yuuji's like "wow Junpei's so nice, I wonder why he avoids me and acts weird sometimes" and tries to address it but Junpei's like" Me??? WEIRD????? HUH????No I'm not ahahahaha hey anyways wanna talk about this new DVD i got????" In the second, Yuuji has no idea anything is up. He just thinks Junpei is a very near and dear friend who has a lot of consideration for him. And personal hc, if Junpei lived, Yuuji-Junpei would've been the most closest friendship in the group. So now Yuuji's impression of "Best friendship" is Junpei making googly eyes at him, excessive physical contact, cuddling, going on solo hang-outs with the bro(they are basically dates). And everyone else is losing their goddamn minds because these two are practically dating already but Junpei won't CONFESS because he's insecure and scared Yuuji needs to be hit with a rock to figure this out. I think Yuuji, unconsciously, would be doing more romantic gestures and would also FEEL more romantic but he just has not put the label on it. "Oh yeah my heart beats fast around Junpei because I'm usually running to meet him" or "I feel all hot around the collar and blush because he's just so nice when he laughs like wdym you DON'T feel all fluttery too??? Look at him!!" And now Junpei is conflicted because wait is Yuuji....reciprocating? This clown show ends when Nobara and Megumi lock Yuuji and Junpei in their classroom and stage an intervention. Gojo is not helpful at all he keeps staring at them and makes ominous jokes(or threats, no one is sure- it's the Geto trauma getting to him).

2. ZUKKA DATE!!! omg Zuko would be so awkward and shy showing the place to him meanwhile Sokka is like "THE FLUFFIES!!". He's so confused as to why Zuko was acting like he was leading him down the plank just to show this place. It's pretty, it;s cute! Sokka is suffering from a bad case of the butterflies because Zuko's smiling really softly at the ducklings. Sokka is initially a little hesitant about holding them and Zuko thinks its cute how Sokka's like "oh my god, the little dude's nuzzling, they are happy in my hand!!" Zuko probably brought duck feed so they're also feeding them. And maybe it's a chill day so Sokka gets out his brushes and paper to start drawing. It's a terrible drawing but Zuko is on cloud nine because Sokka drew them holding hands and surrounded by the turtleducks. Sokka's trying so hard to make it look good for Zuko because he seems so excited to see it. They'd probably slump against each other under the shade of a tree and watch and relax, Sokka's 100% going to fall asleep on Zuko's shoulder because it's so.....peaceful.....and perfect and he feels safe and warm. Zuko is staying statue-still and admiring Sokka's slack face(literally no one but him thinks its cute, because Sokka sleeps with his mouth wide open and drooling and a little snoring).

#riki asks #itajun #zukka

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Aerie, I love your OC's so much! I have a few questions about them if you don't mind.

How does Rayne feed? Does he eventually drink from Elliot? How does that conversation go?

TWT Thank you!! And of course I don't mind!!! I'm literally vibrating in my seat every time I get to talk about them. Thank you so much for asking!<3<3<3 Warning, it's long again. Oops. :')

About Rayne feeding:

When Rayne was first changed, Laurent brought him hunting and the whole thing freaked him out a lot. When Laurent caught a man for them to share, Rayne couldn't do it. He didn't want to hurt anyone. Laurent thought his nervousness was cute, but couldn't let him starve. So he held out his own wrist and let Rayne drink from him instead. (So basically, Rayne would use Laurent as a SillyStraw- emphasis on 'silly' because the man loses his mind later on lol- instead of drinking directly from people.)

After a few months, Laurent tells him that he's got to learn to hunt for himself and Rayne does. It takes almost all night but catches someone and doesn't know when to stop. When Laurent finds him, Rayne is having a mental breakdown. Rayne does not eat humans after that. Only from Laurent.

So, nearly the entire time he's with Laurent, Rayne feeds that way. He drinks from Laurent. Laurent's blood (the blood of a vampire who is much older than him) is like… Top Shelf. It's delicious and also blood-sharing between vampires is basically foreplay so like… Yay. : )

When he leaves his SillyStraw behind, Rayne figures blood is blood. He eats animals. It's nowhere near as good. But it works fine. When he's in the city he finds rats. When he's really hungry he'll drive until he finds a forest and take a deer. Or a fox. Or three. He usually he tries to avoid eating anything that could be considered someone's pet, like cats and dogs. But... desperate times...

Does Rayne drink from Elliot?

After some Laurent-flavored fuckery occurs, Rayne is terrified of leaving Elliot alone in the apartment. So he can't go out for a bite. After a few days, Elliot can't stand it. "Babe, it's been a week. You need to go eat." "I can't." "I'll be fine. Everything's alright-" Rayne just shakes his head, like a stubborn child. (But Rayne has OCD- the magical thinking kind, just like me 🙃we suffer together- and the last time he left Elliot alone, he got hurt. He can't risk it.) After a moment of standing there, watching Rayne's hands shake from across the room, Elliot sits down next to him and the vampire stiffens from head to toe. Stops breathing. E: You can't leave the house? R: I can't leave the house. E: What if I stood in the hallway while you were gone? Then I wouldn't be in the apartment by myself. R: No. He still knows where we live. E: What if I leave before you? I could go pick up food for later. R: Then you'd be alone. E: Let me go hunting with you. R: (laughs) No. E: Then drink from me. R: Have you lost your mind? E: If it's starvation or eating me, it's eating me. R: I won't. E: Please. I don't like watching you hurt yourself. Don't like you hungry. R: I could kill you. E: You won't. I saw you let a deer go once. If you can let some dumb deer go, you can let your boyfriend go. Right? R: I have a feeling you'd taste a lot better than a bloody deer. E: Come on. Let me help. Pretend it's the same as me cooking for you. R: (rolls his eyes) Producing blood isn't cooking. E: I said pretend. R: Elliot- E, whispering: If you keep starving yourself, you might lose it and end up eating me anyway. I'd rather be a willing snack than a helpless victim. R: (realizes he's right) E: What do you want, my neck? (moves his shirt collar to the side) R: (swallows thickly and shakes his head) Wrist. E: Wrist it is.

And then he watches Rayne's fangs drop out of his gums and sink into his skin, the vampire's eyelids fluttering when he pulls in that first mouthful of blood. The first human blood he's had in fourteen years. Rayne's eyes glow as he drinks and Elliot can't say he doesn't like the feeling of being drank from.

After a moment, Rayne pulls away with a gasp and his eyes settle back to that dark blue Elliot's used to. And Elliot smiles, "Am I better than a deer?"

ALSO, Rayne still eats regular ol' food too! He doesn't know how to cook though. Before Elliot comes along, he lives on take away. He keeps a binder in a kitchen drawer stuffed with takeout menus in sheet protectors. (It is amazingly organized, by cuisine and then by alphabetical order. His favorite things from each restaurant are carefully highlighted so that he doesn't forget.)

#thank you SO much anon for asking #sorry it's a Whole Thing again.#but i got super excited and actually WROTE their conversation instead of just thinking about it forever. i will be copying that into my doc #also i color coded their conversation because it was a Block of Text and sort of hard to read i felt? (those are their fave colors btw)#anyway. dying to talk about them always if anyone wants to encourage my insanity...#aerie's ocs #oc: rayne hastings #oc: elliot montgomery #oc ship: relliot #anon #answered #love

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nievea · 9 months ago

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her hold of their son has been quite protective. she felt secure before he was born because he was always with her. the world hadn't greeted him yet. although she knows that they live the safest they have ever been ⸻ safer than they were in Rosaria ⸻ fear still chipped away at the thought of letting him go. handing him off for others to meet him, to love him was hard. in his week being apart of the world, he hardly left her arms. he was always safely bundled within her or Clive. Tarja or Gav. thankful is she that no one seemed to question the sentiment. it was clear to those that surround them that they had suffered in some way. they would never be too honest. what happened had been left within The Twins. their arrival in the village & birth of their son signaled a new beginning.

❛ we won't let the horrors get to him. they'll have to go through us and many others first. I may not have used my own blade in awhile, but I'm not afraid to use it to protect him. ❜

she hums, stroking his cheek as he began to stir. likely hungry. he ate just like his father; a lot. however just like this moment, his feedings were always an intimate experience she would not trade for anything. she readjusts herself, pressing a kiss to Clive's cheek as she sits up. still leaning against his chest, still wrapped within his arms. Cid's little hand still clung to Clive's finger. gently does she adjust him so that he may easily latch to her while still holding onto his father. it only takes a moment for him to begin feeding. she can't help but laugh. her head nuzzling into Clive's neck as they watch their son.

❛ I never want him to know what we went through, but I know he'll have questions. I wonder if you could use your talents to write a story of us... one that's kinder. spin our truth. he should know the kind of hero you are, but not what we had to sacrifice. I believe it would make a good story... ❜

Cid is brought up to her shoulder & gently she begins patting his back. she can feel his big yawn, again she laughs. his blue eyes look into his father's, his little hands reaching out for him. one of his favorite spots to nap was along his chest ⸻ he most definitely got that from her. lucky for them, there was room for the both of them. once cleaned up, he's handed to Clive. again she readjusts herself to rest along his chest just as Cid is made comfortable. almost immediately did the baby fall asleep. she strokes his back. they have hardly left the walls of their home. hardly left the comforts of the couch. it was a dream.

❛ I would love to see you write. you always loved a good story. you loved telling them, too. do you remember that story we wrote when we were younger? about the two friends who had no rules or restrictions? what do you think became of them? ❜

her voice had a slight tease to it, her lips wearing a grin as she stared expectantly at him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. Life and its turmoils retain their history, still so remote, so foreign to one still so young. He smiles then, gentle, welcoming, leans downward to place an affectionate peck to those tiny, tiny fingers. A grip so frail, so comforting. He worries his heart may burst. And in that silence he is admiring the reflection of his wife, duplicated and vulnerable, her spitting image. Unmarred by war and the sting of Wyvern Tail. Thank the Founder. It's a possibility so remote, and he breathes the comfort its relief wrought. It would never cross them, not if he could help it.

Their chatter stirs their hound awake ⸻ tongue lapping and jaw slack to permit a yawn before scooting his weight over. Torgal digs at the sheets, draws his mass closer to investigate, a colossus above the infant. A chuckle escapes Clive, now combing fingers through fur as he observes. A sniff to the babe, then a whimper. The wolf gives a contented huff as if confirming he was family ⸻ he wonders if his exclusive allegiance has transferred from them to their son.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ His eyes are kinder. He’s still new to the world, and I hope he never has to see its horrors. ❜

Further silence, further peace. He rests his head atop her crown, drawing them both closer, closer to the drum of a heartbeat. It's a peace well savoured. And it is healing, my, is it ever healing. He ponders, then. Fragments of yesteryear's advice fall to the fore, revisit, spark an inspiration he is too quick to blurt before considering.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ Not too long ago, Harpocrates suggested I put down my sword for a quill. I’ve always been an avid reader, but not so much a writer. Perhaps I should consider it. I’ve fulfilled my duties, but I’ve done nothing for myself. ❜

#adureus #「 V •❅• Lucky Ones. 」#( believe it or not I made it longer teehee... )

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zoeykallus · 3 years ago

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Hunter/Tech/Echo/Crosshair x Pregnant Reader + Toddler HC's

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What I want to get into in these HC's is how do our favorite clones act while "we" are pregnant, what is the first time like with the kids, as babies and toddlers? Be warned, there is fluff but there is also hurt and tension in this aswell as comfort. I didn't see any point in making up all fluffy, it's jut not how I see this in my head.

I maybe will do this with Wrecker and some other clones too, we'll see.

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Hunter: You can't hide from him that you're pregnant, so don't even try. He immediately smells the change in your hormone levels and asks you nosy questions until you give in and tell him what's going on. Or, of course, you tell him directly. He will be happy, very happy, he is made to be a Dad and he knows it, at least since Omega came into his life.

Hunter will take care of you as best he can, he won't be afraid to ask for advice or maybe even to ask Tech to get him some reading material, so he can help you in the best possible way and ease your circumstances. It's less fun when you get cravings, because he'll be meticulous about what you eat to make sure you and the baby get only good and healthy things. So when you get cravings for fast food or something like that, you have to somehow get rid of him for a little while first. And don't let him catch you trying too hard, especially when the baby bump is starting to show, from that point on you're a raw egg.

In the first days and weeks after birth, he is the proudest guy in the universe. He tells everyone he meets whether asked or not, that he recently became a father, absolutely EVERYONE. And his love for his child underlines everything he says and does about the baby.

Changing diapers Hunter rarely does, you can't blame him, his senses make it hard for him, he perceives unpleasant smells much more intensely, yet he does his best and relieves you of as much as he can for it in other areas. He loves to feed the little one, to rock it to sleep and to bathe the baby. However, the little one cries a lot, for a long time you are helpless and tired almost to the point of despair, until Tech suggests that your child might have inherited Hunter's senses and the sensory influences are just too much for the little one. The first months are very exhausting, but together you are an unbeatable, even if tired team.

Toddler: Physically the child develops quite fast, motor skills are developed early and you always have to keep a watchful eye, also a thing that Hunter has passed on with his genes. The toddler is shy and rather reserved, just because of the heightened senses it prefers a certain quiet. Favorite uncle is Crosshair, the rather quiet sniper is the child's favorite babysitter, he doesn't talk much but is attentive and provides security without making the child feel crowded. Hunter starts early teaching the little one how to best use heightened senses, protect himself and use that heritage wisely. He is a patient, loving father and always willing to learn.

Tech: "Oh," is the first thing you hear from him as you deliver the news. It takes him a little while to collect himself and finally a smile appears on his face, "A baby? We made a baby?"

Tech already knows a lot of things anyway but he plunges into even more information to really find out everything. He makes himself nervous by doing this, because he reads about a lot of things that could happen to you during pregnancy. He is hyper vigilant, accompanying you to every doctor's visit and putting together a nutrition plan for you. If you have cravings, he still can't deny you anything, he wants you to be happy so he gets you everything you want.

Just before and after the birth you don't have to worry about anything, Tech does EVERYTHING. He suffered with you when the baby was born, no information in the universe could have prepared him for that, shocked to the bone and worried every millisecond he might lose you, he held your hand and allowed you to almost break his fingers when the contractions hit you, and he wants you to rest.

He is a proud, very caring father. He has always been a busy workhorse but as long as the child is so young, he will prefer to be with you and the little one to take care of you instead of tinkering with his projects.

The toddler speaks very early, shows tendencies to a particularly high intelligence very early, something that makes Tech happy beyond measure, a pretty child that looks like you, has your kind-hearted nature, but his intellect. As soon as it can speak, it pesters its father with questions, MANY questions. Tech is only too happy to answer them, but you need to have a conversation about what the child should already know and what not....

Echo: Is completely overwhelmed at the first moment. "Father, me?! How could this happen... oh, yeah, sorry, of course I know how this happened".

He is super nervous but once he realizes his behavior makes you sad, he finally catches himself. He is looking forward to having a family with you, his first reaction was just automatic fear of not being enough.

He takes loving care of you, bringing you your favorite snacks from the road, little pretty things to make you happy and as compensation when he couldn't be with you because of work. Echo tries to free up as much time as possible for you, he wants to support you and be with you when you need him.

During the birth he collapses in the delivery room, he was exhausted just before, organizing everything, then the warmth of the delivery room plus the already existing excitement and his system collapses. He cries when he holds his child in his arms for the first time, something he never thought possible, a family of his own, a child.

The baby is loved and cared for, Echo, contrary to his expectations, is completely absorbed in being a caring father. He changes diapers, he feeds, he bathes, he even sings the little one to sleep. His heart overflows with love and joy. But don't let the baby cough - PANIC. You've been to the doctor more often than the rest of the universe.

As a toddler, Echo takes your child with him more often when he is on harmless missions. All batch members are uncles and the little one is protected and loved from all sides.

Crosshair: He just stares at you when you tell him you are pregnant. He can't handle it at all and you should be prepared for that. He didn't want kids and he told you that from the beginning, but now it's happened. He is acting distant. Crosshair doesn't blame you, he knows it takes two to tango and he has as much responsibility in this as you do, he won't run away but joy looks different. This is a bitter pill.

He hasn't touched you for a long time, has generally kept his distance, of course you are depressed and many a night you have cried yourself to sleep, feeling lonely and suddenly very anxious about becoming a mother.

But one night, as you are getting changed for bed, he happens to come in and there you both are, frozen in your movement, he sees the beginnings of the baby bump and something happens to him. He blinks, his hard, usually stern expression softens. Crosshair steps closer to you, his hand, his long fingers, gently rest on your belly. You can't help it, you start to cry, the hormones, the fear and the relief as he finally approaches you again open the dams. He presses you against him and whispers "I'm sorry that I left you alone". He realizes that you must be afraid and he regrets how he has behaved up to this point. He is suddenly much more quick to be jealous and also much more protective, almost too protective.

Crosshair cares for you, more than usual, but still don't expect him to overcare, it's just not in his nature. In the first few months you are already happy when he holds the child, he is desperately trying to feel a bond, but it is hard for him. However, as the child gets older and he can play the first games with him, he finally thaws out, he pays attention, takes care, makes food for the child and loves to play with the little one. When you come into the nursery to get your child ready for bed, you hear them both say in unison, "Five more minutes!"

@chxpsi

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

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mama-qwerty · 2 years ago

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This piqued my interest since the first movie (but amplified when the second movie came out). How would the Wachowski boys react to Tom and Maddie having a child/baby of their own? Or in this case, a new sibling?

I've been giving this some thought all morning. I'll address the different stages, because I think the boys would react differently depending on where in the pregnancy/baby thing it is.

And we'll say the baby's a girl, simply because it's fun to think about them having a baby sister.

PREGNANCY

There's general shock, as Tom and Maddie never expressed any desire to have a biological kid. But whoops, sometimes things happen and now there's a bun in the oven.

Knuckles becomes even more protective of Maddie now that she's with child. He is never far from her, especially when she gets closer to birth as she's HUGE and has a hard time moving well. She tries to get him more involved in things, like helping pick a name or feeling her belly move, but he staunchly refuses. He doesn't give much thought to the child within her, his focus is entirely on her well-being and safety.

Sonic is dealing with some internal conflict. He'd already gone through some jealousy/feelings of being forgotten when Knux and Tails joined the family. Now there's gonna be another kid? And one that's actually blood related to his parents? Does that mean they won't care about him as much? It's hard and complicated and painful to think about. Tom and Maddie eventually pull him aside for an afternoon out and explain that no matter how many kids come into the family, he will always have a special place in their hearts as their first. They love him, always and completely. That seems to help, and Sonic becomes a little more excited, especially when the baby starts to kick. He loves to feel the movement in his mother's belly.

Tails looks at the pregnancy more from a scientific eye, and loves to tell Maddie how big the baby is, what organs and such are developing, ensuring she has enough to eat and drink, etc. He studies up on how to have the absolute healthiest baby ever. Tom and Maddie think it's because he is subconsciously worried the baby might be born "different" like him, and he doesn't want the little one to suffer from the taunts and abuse he suffered when he was growing up. Maddie takes him to her ultrasound appointments to show him that the baby's healthy and fine. (And a girl!) He tries to build his own ultrasound machine at home, but Tom puts a stop to that pretty quick. He also loves to feel the baby move in her belly.

BABY - 0-6 MONTHS

After the baby comes, Knuckles' protective instincts flare dramatically. He's never far from either Maddie or the baby in the early days (when they aren't far from each other), but if he had to pick one or the other, he'll choose the baby. He stands nearby, arms crossed, ever watchful for any who may want to harm her. He is her protector, and will keep her safe.

In the very early days, when she co-sleeps with Tom and Maddie, Knuckles sits outside their bedroom door at night. When she moves to her own crib in her room, he sits cross-legged on the floor next to it. He soothes her back to sleep when he can, and bring her to Maddie when he can't.

Her cries have more of an affect on him than either of his brothers. Cries mean pain, danger, or fear. He'll sprint to her, inspecting the room for anything out of the ordinary, before lifting her into his arms and purring softly against her ear. The sound and vibration usually soothes her, at least somewhat, until he can bring her to Maddie for feeding or changing.

He is the warrior in their little clan, and he will do anything necessary to keep all members safe. Especially his baby sister.

Sonic isn't as enamored with babies. They're loud and smelly and don't do anything. They just eat and barf and poop. And cry. Oh man, they make so much noise for their size. And every little thing is so amazing. Oh the baby rolled over! Big deal. He once spindashed into a freaking tank. No one oooed and aawwed over that.

Still . . . she could be cute. Maddie would dress her in cute little outfits (before she puked on it, or had a diaper blowout that required another bath) and she had a giggle that was like music--Sonic couldn't help but smile.

Speaking of, Sonic was sure that he had seen her very first smile. And it was at him. Tom said it was probably gas, but knowing him, he was just jealous that his little girl smiled at her big brother before her dad.

So . . . maybe having a baby sister wasn't all bad. If only she'd stop drooling on everything.

Tails wasn't sure about the baby at first. Sure, the pregnancy was exciting, but . . . he's not the baby of the family anymore. He'd gotten used to being the youngest--and all the perks that went along with it--and now that she was here, he wasn't anymore.

Oh.

He wasn't the youngest anymore. He was a big brother. A big brother. The thought almost made him scream in excitement. He wasn't the baby because now there actually was baby! That meant he wouldn't be treated like a baby anymore, either!

He set his sights on being a good big brother. He upgraded the baby monitors and gave everyone watches to help keep an eye on her. (And allow Knuckles to relax a bit so he didn't feel like he needed to be with her 24/7.) He rigged up a swing mechanism under her crib that was sound activated, and would softly rock her back to sleep if she fussed. He tried to make a mind-activated stroller so she could control her own movements but that had been shot down pretty quickly by his parents. He'd tried a prototype on Sonic, and there's only been one small mishap involving stairs. He could have gotten it figured out if given some more time.

All in all, he liked having a baby sister.

BABY/TODDLER - 6 MONTHS AND UP

Knuckles didn't have other puggles around when he was younger, but he was sure, absolutely positive, they weren't as difficult to watch as this kid.

Once his sister learned to crawl, all bets were off. She was into everything, and you couldn't turn your back on her for two seconds. She'd be into Ozzy's food bowl, upturning his water, pulling on the curtains, opening cabinets, pushing over picture frames, climbing bookcases . . .

He felt he'd aged ten years in the amount of starts she'd given his heart. The girl had no self-preservation instincts. NONE. She nearly pulled the TV on top of herself, yanked on electrical cords, and actually did succeed in bonking herself in the head with an umbrella she had somehow pull down on herself. Her cries after that had brought all her brothers running, and he had cursed himself for not finding her sooner. Mother had said it was fine, she was fine, kids would just get into trouble, but it didn't ease his guilt.

He pursuaded Maddie to buy one of those backpack leashes when his sister turned one. She was walking by this time, and tried her damnedest to keep up with Sonic. The hedgehog, for his part, thought it was hilarious, and encouraged her. Something Knuckles absolutely despised. How could he keep her safe if her own brother was enticing her to misbehave?

When she turned two, Knuckles took it upon himself to teach her about the world around her. Specifically, how to identify danger and stay safe. Taught her about the plants and nature. To respect the natural world, and everything around you. Maddie would always smile when she saw her oldest and youngest children in the backyard, leaned down to watch a butterfly on a flower, or tending to the little garden Knuckles liked to plant.

Knuckles was an attentive, patient, protective, and loving oldest brother. His sister still liked to poke at him sometimes, but their relationship was strong.

Sonic enjoyed his sister more once she got bigger and actually, you know, starting actually doing stuff. He was quite impressed with how fast she was when she started becoming mobile, and the frustration it gave Knuckles was icing on the cake. Now this kid was getting interesting!

He also thought the 'terrible twos' where freaking hilarious. Watching his parents struggle with this willful kid who was too young to listen to reason or any of their little 'rowboat talks' (as they'd come to be called, whether a rowboat was present or not) always made him snicker. Tom and Maddie may have been great parents to him and his brothers, but they'd never experienced an actual baby before. This was all new territory for them, and it was kind of funny to watch them try their usual tricks and fail.

For his part, Sonic tried to step up a bit as big brother. Knuckles was still firmly stuck in the position of 'protector' so Sonic adopted the role of instigator. (In a good way.) He'd encourage his sister to try different things, push herself a little more, keep trying something she'd been having trouble with. He'd actually taught her to crawl, and would have races with her across the living room floor on his hands and knees. She'd laugh and laugh as he fell behind, then speed past her, then 'accidentally' bump into her and fall over. She'd crawl to him and climb on his belly, running her hands over his fur. It was a game they shared and he loved it.

He loved her. This little ball of drool was finally turning into a real person.

Tails absolutely loved his role as big brother, especially once his younger sister started interacting with the world. He took it upon himself as her 'teacher' and would play games to introduce colors and numbers and letters to her as soon as he thought she could understand them. By her first birthday she had a few words and knew most of her colors.

He'd take her flying--just short distances, barely off the ground--starting when she was one and a half. She loved it. The two would spend hours together, brushing through his fur, putting bows in his tail, and just snuggling up in the soft fluff. He was taller by this time, and could pick her up and carry her in much the same way the others had carried him not long ago. When she was tired, he'd do just that, and bring his tails around to curl around her, enveloping her in warmth and softness.

It was nice to be a big brother. It was even better to be her big brother.

#ask me #wachowski brothers #sonic the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #tails the fox #miles tails prower #wachowski family #sonic movie

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girlwithwolftatoo · 3 years ago

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STEVENS BACKKK

Just pure fLuFf for when reader or (Y/N) kisses him first and he’s all like flustered and kiss drunk ^^

Ohhh chapter 6 gave me an idea for this one.

Steven Grant coming back to his s/o:

*There's been rough days for you. Steven (or, to your greatest fear, someone who sounded a lot like Steven) assured you everything was fine, that he needed to be abscent for a couple of days but that he would be back. He even reminded you to feed Gus II and that he loved you, and you trusted him.

*But days come and go and you don't have news of your sweet boyfriend. You start to believe something wrong happened, and when you come to his flat (you've been living there since he left) one of the neighbours mention to you that they saw him with a young, curly haired woman before vanishing.

*You begin to feel like he really abandoned you, but you still resist to believe it. How could Steven, the most gorgeous and caring man in this world, leave you and his beloved fish without a proper explanation? And so, every night mora without him, you curl into the bed you've shared a few times and cry with the face hidden on the pillows.

*Then one afternoon, after feeding Gus and sitting by the couch to watch some series on your laptop (actually you just have it as a white noise, because you can't concentrate since that morning), the flat's front door opens. Someone comes in with his clothes messed and dirty, and looking like completely lost. You jump on your feet when you recognize the face that stares at you: Steven, in flesh and bone, looking like he was rolled over by a train, but alive.

*"...Steven?" "(Y/N)" he sighs with a visible relief. Any sort of doubt or even anger you held towards him vanishes at that moment, and you run into his arms to hold him tight as he does the same, placing his head on your shoulder. "Oh dear, my dear... I missed you so much!" he says in a voice that warns you he's about to burst in tears.

*"Steven, what happened? I was so scared-" "I know, I know, I'm so sorry, I'll explain everything to you, I- Please, forgive me" The first teardrops appear in his eyes and you cry too. You both hold each other's face and kiss without a rush, utterly happy to be together again. You feel like the kiss lasts an eternity, and you don't really want to break it, but you need to. Then, you begin to palm him up and down and notice some bruises and wounded skin. "Oh my God Steven, how can you be walking like that? Come here".

*But he doesn't get still, he follows you letting you know he feels very guilty for what he did and stuff. In a certain moment he even says something that melts your heart: "I don't deserve you". You spin on your heels and give them the most horrified look. "How can you say that? Did you hit the head or what? Don't ever say that again, Steven! Never!" and once again, you hug and kiss in desperation. "No, my love, I won't" he whispers between smooches "I promise I won't leave you again, I swear-" You shush him with a final kiss. "I love you, Steven Grant, and I don't care what you did or do in the future... I'll be here".

(Sorry it got a little angst but you must understand how much I suffered for my sunray)

#moon knight #moon knight series #moon knight headcanon #moon knight x reader #mr knight x reader #marc spector #steven grant headcanon #steven grant #steven grant x reader

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lebenspurpur · 3 years ago

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AN: Helloo, wrote this because I spent today suffering through my post-drunk-vandalism hangover. Guess it's deserved but still, it sucks. After eating chicken broth my dad made, unsalted if I may add, for an hour straight I am now ready to be creative. I really don't know what this is.

Have the link to my Larry playlist while we're at it:

Pairing: Larry Johnson x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Wordcount: 1744 words

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Larry looks really, really stupid right now. Stupid and sick.

His tall form slumped over in defeat, big blanket wrapped around him but not too tight, otherwise he'd feel too hot, too feverish, he still needs some air. There are tissues scattered across the couch as well. Fucking hell.

Usually, this would disgust you but it's Larry, you think you've seen worse.

Small sniffles come from where he's laying, whenever he clears his throat hoarse croaking leaves his mouth and he cringes every time he hears it. He can feel your judging gaze on his body, hear your arched eyebrow without even lifting his head.

His radio is blaring some kind of metal music, you don't recognize the band. Technically, the music is useless since the TV in front of Larry's bed is playing an old horror movie, bloody screams only adding to the grimy ambiance in the room.

"I-", you start but Larry lifts his hand before you can even consider continuing.

On any other occasion, you would've noticed the rings adorning his slender fingers, the metal accessories leaving a trail of dark smudge on his hands. Damn, did he have some nice hands.

Thankfully today wasn't a normal occasion. The metalhead in front of you had worse problems than you drooling over his fingers right now, one of them being the sickness he caught.

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so.'", he croaks out while he finally lifts his head, bloodshot eyes meeting yours. He looks immensely tired. You can sense his annoyance at this sickness, this hellish treatment he's in and can't seem to escape.

You take a deep breath in and drop your bag next to his opened front door.

"Alright. I won't."

You close the door quietly and deposit your jacket as well as boots next to it.

His mom always screams at Larry to finally get something for visitor's shoes and bags but he never does. Too busy, too lazy, he figures his visitors get it. Who even visits him, anyway?

The floor is, as usual, covered in stuff he hasn't cleaned yet. Unfinished drawings, sketchbooks, take-out cartons, empty booze bottles, you keep wondering how he manages to create that kind of mess in a timespan of not even two days.

You tiptoe over them, careful as to not to step into something. Earlier experiences have taught you to never mistake one of these seemingly empty cartons as really empty. Just last week you stepped into a fucking pizza the man in front of you didn't finish.

You sigh as you sit down next to him and Larry tiredly raises an eyebrow.

"Dude, I know you don't want to move but Jesus, we really need to get you to bed.", you then state, voice comforting yet firm. You use the moment to stare into his eyes, adore the brown, thick, deepness of them.

Larry groans loudly, voice breaking from how raw his throat is. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, a pained expression on his features.

"Don't wanna.", he grumbles quietly and you involuntarily crack a smile. Larry always managed to do that, even in the most unbelievable moments.

"I'll join you if you do."

One of his eyes slowly creaks open, observing your face to look for any kind of sarcasm or irony. As soon as he doesn't find any, the other eye opens as well and he leans forward again, blanket clutched tightly in his fists.

"Alright."

You grin at his quiet answer, hand reaching over to pull him with you. He obliges, warm, slightly clammy hand tightly grabbing yours. He follows you through the messy room, his blanket leaving a trail of destruction behind the two of you.

You kick open the door leading to his bedroom. Immediately, the familiar images of various album covers greet you. The air in his room is colder and less damp and you hear him take a deep breath.

Turning around, you mention for him to wait while you walk over, grabbing the blanket on his bed. You shake it a bit, readjust the sheets as well the pillow, all while Larry's eyes never leave your back.

"There you go, sweets.", you add as you finish, quickly turning around to see Larry standing the same way you've left him. Tired, slumped, and emotional. The need to hug him starts boiling inside of you but you try and hold yourself back. First, you have to make sure he gets into bed.

Larry slowly stumbles past you. During the last few baby steps, he drops the blanket around his shoulder, faceplanting right into the freshly made sheets. He's not even wearing a shirt and you huff at his stubbornness.

Larry's back looks strong like this, muscles contracting beneath his skin as he tries to get more comfortable. Your eyes glide over his spine, his wide shoulders, the small bumps where his ribs encase his organs. His olive skin is sweaty and long, brown hairs cling to it.

You cringe at that, knowing the feeling all too well.

Softly placing a hand on his back, you move closer, forehead scrunched together.

"Larry, darling."

He grunts into his pillow, a muffled questioning sound.

"I got a hair tie here. Mind lifting your head real quick?"

Larry obliges and lifts his head quickly, taking a deep breath while he does so.

Your fingers find his scalp and start collecting all the strands, securing them afterward with the tie around your wrist.

The man beneath you hums in appreciation as the cold air hits his neck, sweaty skin finally being able to breathe. You kiss the small space beneath his neck real quick, a short sign of comfort before you stand up again, hands leaving his skin.

Larry whines the second you do so, all while quickly turning around, sending you a pleading look.

"You said you'd stay.", the whiny tone only makes his voice sound more hoarse and you can't help the small grin from appearing on your features.

"In a second, sweetie. You need some water and medicine first, alright?"

He whines again but the thought of something fresh and cold going down his throat is enough to soften the pleading look in his eye. You blow him a kiss and then quickly walk into the kitchen, which is right across from the brunette's room.

It's surprisingly clean but what did you expect? Larry never uses his kitchen unless he has to. Which isn't all too often.

Grabbing a water bottle and placing it on the counter, you keep searching for the small broth packets you'd bought exactly for this kind of scenario. You find them in the fridge, the only thing in this room that Larry actually uses.

Chuckling you get some water cooking, all while pouring the powder into one of the giant cups Sal has gifted Larry a while ago. According to the masked man, everything tastes better if it's being eaten out of a cup and so, everyone has their own sets of cups, a premium gift from Sal Fisher.

Soon, everything's done and you maneuver your way back into Larry's room. Said man is awaiting you, eyes still opened as he watches you creep towards his bed, hands full with water, soup, and medicine.

First, you feed him the medicine. Normally he'd do this himself but you know that he'll just ignore the bitter juice unless you force it down his throat. Stubborn motherfucker.

Larry's sitting up now, back propped up against one of the many big pillows he has. You hand him the broth and he inhales it in less than two minutes, apparently, this is the first thing he's eaten today. Shaking your head at the thought, you tug a few strands of hair out of his face, smiling at your lover's appetite.

Finally, after gulping down half of the water bottle, the brunette leans back and smiles, for the first time this evening.

"Thank you.", he croaks out and you touch his arm as an appreciative gesture, "Does that mean you're allowed to join me now?"

You're about to nod as you notice the faint traces of eyeliner on his skin.

"Did you take off your makeup when you got home?", you ask, throwing a teasing smile his way.

Larry clears his throat, embarrassed that you caught him. A faint blush raises on his cheeks and you feel your heart swell at the sight.

"I might have forgotten about it.", he answers, gaze slowly meeting yours again, "But please, let's just do this later, dude. I am so fucking tired."

Huffing, you roll your eyes at his answer but you nod anyway. He'd be fine with the makeup for a few more hours. You just have to remember taking it off tomorrow.

"You're lucky I love you."

Larry grins at that, the usual wide, blinding grin, that makes your stomach tingle with fuzzy feelings inside of it. His fingers find your arm and he tenderly pulls you down to join him. Soon, your head is placed on his chest, and his arms cradle your shoulders, pulling you into his body.

You can hear his relaxed breathing as he finally settles down, nuzzling his face into your hair.

His skin is warm against your cheek and you smile into it. It doesn't matter how often you've done it, laying on his nude chest always makes you flustered.

Larry's fingers start to draw stuff on your back, the feeling more than a delight for you. Humming, you snuggle closer and the metalhead next to you smiles.

His eyes already start to close slowly, lack of sleep finally catching up to him. The quiet sound of the ongoing movie in his living room, as well as the metal music, make for a great background sound and you both listen intently.

You notice the way his heart beats, slow and steady, beneath the tanned skin. Unknowingly, you start to synchronize your breaths with his. In and out. In. And out.

Soon, your eyes close as well. Damn it, you don't want to fall asleep. Though, you suppose it doesn't matter as the man next to you pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. He wouldn't let you leave anyway.

The thought makes you feel giddy, excited, in love. Smiling widely, you try to press yourself closer into him, and soon, you too, fall asleep, enveloped by the arms of the boy you love most. Your favorite boy.

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leonicscorpio · 4 years ago

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Batboy Headcanons because I made this for me but you all can enjoy this too if want. (May contain mild NSFW)

Dick:

Has a weird relationship with unwanted gaze and the attention he receives because of his physique. He genuinely likes the attention but he draws the line when people start getting touchy. Just because he's shirtless working out doesn't mean he gave you consent to touch him.

Has good dieting skills but he's in his mid-late 20's and his metabolism has 0 signs of slowing down. He once ate a whole xl bag of M&M's in front of Steph and Babs and both said they wanted to murder him because he won't gain a pound.

Dick has ADHD and I'm sorry if you don't think otherwise. He has hyperactive type ADHD and while he's gotten better at controlling his symptoms he still stims stretching and flexing his arms and shaking his arms.

While not so much in Gotham, Dick is very politically active and volunteers at voter registration and working with organizations with the mission of police demilitarization in Blüdhaven.

Dick is a very sexually driven individual. However, I don't think it's entirely healthy. His ADHD also comes into play with this but Dick just needs to have a release at least twice a day or he'll feel physically sick.

I don't know if you all have seen male gymnasts. But Dick, like the rest of them, has FREAKSISHLY large biceps. Everyone talks about Dick has the best ass in the bat family and while Jason may be larger and stronger, Dick has the best physique.

Dick's apartment is littered with sticky notes in places such as the fridge/in front of his computer. If it's not written down and in a place where he can't ignore it, it's not going to get done.

I'm sorry I know everyone says his birthday is in March but I have to go to the older Nightwing comics and say his Birthday is December 1st. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn't give off Sagittarius energy. You can't. I respect you but you can't look at that and tell me that man isn't a Sagittarius or has super heavy Sag in his birth chart.

Dick's at home doing nothing but chilling? You best believe he's gonna be shirts off, tits out, and rocking some blue flannel PJ's.

Dick is currently the only member of the family asides from Barbara who is regularly attending therapy. And he actively encourages each of his brothers and sisters to go every time.

After his Agent 37 days. He sits down with Jason and talks about having to use a gun and how hard it was. And how having to kill people has affected him. When he had to kill the KGBeast (Agent 37 days he snapped his neck) I headcanon Dick just trauma v*mit*d. Jason hugged him and just consoled him.

It's canon that Dick has anger issues but to me, it's not explored or talked about enough and not a lot of people like to talk about it. Dick is very much the 'if I ignore it it'll go away' type when it comes to his anger and he can brush most insults or harassment off fine enough. But when he breaks, he makes Jason look like a saint. I'm talking slamming you into a wall and screaming in your face angry. He'll be profusely apologetic afterward but still.

Despite popular belief, I don't think he's that bad of a cook. He's just not very experimentative. He can follow a recipe and does look at some guides. But to me, Dick Grayson just is that guy who is like Chicken veggies and rice are a meal that I can cook 4-6 times a week.

Dick has a slight fear of dentists. He doesn't have bad teeth and has good dental health. He just doesn't like the idea of a drill going in his mouth and the few times Bruce has to take him to a dentist he had a panic attack every time.

Everyone lives for the fics where Jason beats the shit out of Tim and everyone is just like lol well Bruce and Dick just forgives him. No. When Dick found out it was Jason who beat Tim to the ground, Dick was literally seething and told Jason "Pick on someone your own size or else I'll make you wish you back in that f'ing coffin."

Dick's favorite foods (some based in Canon*): Milk Chocolate*, Cereal*, Asparagus, Bananas, Banana flavored candy, Hawaiian Pizza* (suffer its canon) Rum, thanksgiving Turkey.

Jason:

He may be the self-diagnosed black sheep (rightfully so) of the family, but Jason does genuinely love spending time with his siblings. Whether it be sharing memes with them on social media or just randomly showing up where they are and abducting them to go get ice cream/coffee/snacks.

He'd probably attempt to harm you if you told him this to his face. But he is the closest acting to Bruce out of all of the family. In terms of mannerisms and inherent warmth and kindness behind a dark façade.

Has two moods: either exceptionally, almost neat-freak levels of clean, or his life is completely falling apart and Jason can't tell you for sure what color his floors are because there's so much stuff scattered about.

Despite their initial hatred of each other, Jason truly feels closest to Tim and Tim is the only person asides from maybe Barbra who he can just talk to without feeling any judgment.

Jason only smokes when he's extremely nervous about an operation or a hit. For those who don't know criminal justice cigarettes are the fastest way to get genetic material on someone. That being said he does still like to smoke occasionally.

Me, plus a lot of people give him this sort of 'Lazarus Rage' as I like to call it. When he's in the heat of a mission or if he's getting upset/angry his vision will get blurred with green, and it feeds on his anger and just gets perpetually harder to contain until he releases it. Jason has gotten much better at controlling it. But as he will tell Tim or Babs, he's "seeing green" which means they need to be careful because Jason could kill.

Everyone says Dick is the mother hen. I see you, I accept you, but let me raise you. Jason came to realize that he died because of his rash decision to go after The Joker alone. If Jason finds any of his siblings out acting alone, or even at the very least without Oracle. Jason WILL forcefully interject himself and ask them what the fuck they think their doing.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Trying to get close to Jason is hard. He will degrade you can attempt to try to get you to hate him before he lets you in (that cheeky Tsun of him)

He genuinely cares for and supports all of his siblings but has been rough on them needlessly. But if Bruce is being the distant or absent parent he is, you better believe if any of the siblings drops him a text or a call, Jason will be there in a heartbeat.

He's the most physically powerful of the whole Bat Family. You don't understand because of his time in the League, his time with the All-Caste, and having abused Venom for a time, he can snap an arm bone like it's a carrot with little effort.

Everyone in the family likes dogs and goes out of their way to gush over a dog, but Jason takes it to a whole new level. And even when he's masked up dogs just gravitate to Jason.

Can and has grown a beard in a matter of a few days. He usually likes to be clean shaven but some days he likes to wear a beard just to throw everyone off.

One time him, Steph, Tim, and Duke all went to a restaurant (Red Robin lol) and the waitress got his order wrong and his burger had raw tomatoes on it, Jason took the tomatoes off and ate it while looking absolutely miserable. Tim: Jay why did you eat that you didn't have to you know you could have asked the server to fix your burger. Jason, almost in tears: "She works really hard and she tried and I'm a scary dude I don't want to make her upset.." Duke: "... Jason you literally shot at a cop for looking at you funny the other day. But you're afraid of upsetting a waitress?!? I mean ACAB but dude.. "

Jason's happiest big brother moment™ was taking Tim and Damian to the shooting range and watching them both get their first bullseye.

You can't tell me Jason Todd was into the Emo/Screamo/Warped-Tour Scene. His favorite bands/Albums in no particular order, That's the Spirit (Literally the whole album is Jason Themed and I'm gonna die on this hill) & Sempiternal by Bring me the Horizon, Digital Renegade & Everyone's Safe in the Treehouse by I See Stars, The Resistance: Rise of the Runaways by Crown the Empire,

Jason Todd's favorite foods: (Also some based in Canon*) Burgers, Chili Dogs*, Lager-style beers, Freshly baked bread*, Neopolitan ice cream, grilled corn, and Chinese Chicken noodle soup with Duck.

Tim:

This boy *slaps car roof* gives off so much asexual energy. I know New 52 exists but I just feel like Tim is the person who really, REALLY has to trust you and like you before he's sexually active with you.

HYPERFIXATES. You also can't tell me Tim isn't on the spectrum/or has ADHD.

Is the only member of the family who regularly checks up on Jason and talks to him every day via text message. The two are memelords together and love to play pranks on the other members.

While Dick may give the most frequent hugs and Jason gives the tightest, most secure hugs, Tim's hugs are always the warmest and make you just feel good.

Tim's birthday is July 19th. Meaning he's a Cancer. Let that sink in.. no, really let that information just soak. (Note I have nothing against Cancer women, cancer men however....)

All of the bat boys really struggle with talking about their feelings. Dick will manipulate you into changing the subject via twisting it to be about you, Jason will just cut you off or will ignore you, Damian will deflect everything and harass you until you stop, Tim however, Tim is very emotional and while he's very calculated about who he's emotional with, he's not afraid to break down and cry if he trusts you.

Everyone who says he's the level headed Robin haha how's it feel to be WRONG. Tim is at best the least functional college student and at worst a lemming. 'No Tim, coffee isn't a meal I'm going to make you some food or I'm going to stick you in a room with Damian for an hour.' Richard (Dick) John Grayson.

People overblow how addicted to caffeine Tim is. But it's true. Just overblown. You can talk to him before he's had his caffeine just don't expect him to be anything but curt and blunt.

Everyone says Jason would be the worst at texting but it's Tim. He's the master of leaving you on read. While Jason may do it on purpose, Tim is just really bad at texting people and while he always will read your messages he forgets to respond unless it's really funny or really pressing.

Everyone sees Tim as this bean pole super skinny boy Robin. Tim may not be stacked like Dick or a freaking tank like Jason, but Tim is NOT super skinny. He's just as muscular and likes to work out as anyone, but he just is super lean, so he looks a lot bigger and his muscles are more defined because of how thin his skin is. He has those almost disgusting spider veins on his arm. Kind of gross to look at, but he's the dream of any nurse. This means Tim is also the king of accidentally sending/posting thirst traps.

He really is the glue of the Bat Family. Everyone kidnaps Tim for 'Tim Time'.

Dick likes to spar with and in general just hang out with Tim. Tim tried to teach Dick how to skateboard and you'd think the boy who mastered the trapeze would know how to skateboard but you'd be wrong.

Babs and Tim always hang out and talk about computer stuff and Babs knows she can vent to Tim about anything and he won't say a word.

Tim and Steph were a thing for a while and even though they're just friends now, they still are very close and the two have a very deep bond, liking to shop with each other and watch movies,

Cass just loves to be around Tim because of how calming he is but also she knows she can spar with him AND Cass can also skateboard with Tim too.

Even though him and Damian are always fighting, the two still end up being together and have this unspoken bond. They work great together on a team but other than that they still hate each other.

And while everyone still is hesitant around Jason, and despite the fact that Jason literally beat Tim to within an inch of his life, AND would still trigger Tim and taunt him about it. The two have this odd closeness that rivals even him and Steph. Tim will always be the first to bat for Jason. Jason was Tim's Robin. And despite the fact Jason literally beat it into Tim's head to "never meet your heroes." Tim will always be there for Jason should he ask. The two are just close. And it's hard to describe. Bruce has caught Tim and Jason just platonically sleeping next to each other or just doing their own things shoulder to shoulder silently, just enjoying each other's company.

Tim and Duke also have a really positive relationship with one another and the two can stay up all night just talking about anything. Their minds just mesh well together. The two also love to team up and prank the other members of the Batman Family.

Tim's favorite ASMR/Stim? Watching those Tik Toks of people cleaning computers or cleaning phones. The sound of an air duster is like music to his ears and if any of the Bats need their technology cleaned it secretly makes Tim so happy to help them.

Wear his hair up or wear his hair down? It depends! While Tim likes his long hair he also has gotten plenty of compliments for his short hair and likes to style it to suit any occasion.

My one pet-peeve with Tim is that he probably is that person who lets his privilege show from time to time. While he was essentially raised to just sit down, shut up, and be a perfect trophy son to the Drake's. The Drake's were in the same tax bracket as Bruce and Tim definitely was a rich kid. He never means to come across as spoiled, but sometimes Jason will give him harsh looks if Tim just throws away food he doesn't like or says things like Chipotle is 'poor people food'

Tim Drake's favorite foods (you know by now*) Donuts*, Shallot and Artichoke Pizza with Canadian Bacon* (odd choice but it could work) Artichokes in general are his favorite vegetable, Strawberries, and Beef Pho.

Damian:

I headcanon that he has the worst teeth of all of the Bat Boys and he actually has to use lingual braces. (Hence why you can't see his braces)

Canonically is a very good artist and while him and Tim don't get along, Tim introduced Damian to digital art and gave him a photoshop pack and a nice tablet for his birthday one year and Damian loved it so much.

Damian is a capricorn and I will die on this hill. A January capricorn too.

Now you want a good chef? You've got Damian. Having converted to veganism Damian has had to get creative whenever he goes out to eat so he tends to like to eat more home cooked foods. Damian loves all matters of mushrooms, eggplant, and bell peppers.

Damian really struggles the most with his wanting to just be a normal kid. Despite the fact he will dismiss you for it, anytime he gets to spend at Gotham Academy with Jon and the rest of the kids he's naturally the happiest.

Damian LOVES to give gifts. He loves the look on people's faces when they are shocked when they actually get something from Damian.

Despite the fact that he's been traumatized from both his times with Ra's and Talia as well as with Bruce. He just wants Bruce and Talia to be together because he loves them both equally.

While he's the least flexible and least gymnastic of the Robins do let your guard down around him. He is the fastest runner and the guy is rivaled only by Jason in terms of lethality.

So someone (Jason Todd & Duke Thomas) introduced Damian to trap music and ever since anytime his phone gets stolen people will be shocked to find he's listening to some combination of Lil' Yachty, X, Kendrick Lamar, Wiz, and Kodak.

If any random person tries to hug Damian he'll immediately push them away, he'll bitch and moan about just about anyone hugging him other than Bruce & Dick.

Damian loves to go to the beach/the ocean. He just thinks it's so vast and he loves the brineness of the air. Also being half white, quarter middle-eastern and quarter Chinese (Yes everyone forgets Talia is half Chinese) Damian gets DARK. And although he's just okay as a swimmer he still likes bogeyboarding and eventually wants to learn how to surf.

I'm genuinely afraid once Puberty is done with this kid and everyone in the family is. He has Bruce Wayne AND Talia Al-Ghouls genes and those are two SEXY human beings. Damian's gonna grow a beard one day and people aren't going to know how to act.

Damian secretly plays Fortnight and not even Jon knows. He doesn't want to get shamed. He'd rather lose a match and ruin his streaks than deal with the shame of anyone in that family finding out he plays Fortnight.

Damian Wayne's favorite foods (canon*) Cereal*, Avocados, Grilled Tempeh, his mom's Tabbouleh, Mushroom Tacos, and Vegan Sushi rolls, and grape juice.

Duke Thomas

Duke is like, freakishly good with a piano, and he picked it up naturally!

Also everyone says Tim brews the best pot of coffee in the Bat Family, cue to everyone's surprise when Tim was sick one day and couldn't make a pot. Only to find the coffee was freaking amazing. Duke didn't take any credit at first until Alfred let it slip that Duke was the one who brewed the pot.

Duke being the only Meta of the family originally thought he was the double-token because he was a Meta and a black boy. Needless to say his fears were seriously unfounded the moment he got to know everyone.

Although he somewhat fears Jason and his temper initially, he and Jason have one of the closest relationships in the family. If Tim isn't around to bat for Jason, Duke will happily take his spot. The two work on each other's bikes and grew to share the same taste in music.

Duke uses his Photokenetic powers as a force for good and for shenanigans. Jason wants to play a prank on Dick and Damian while Dick is reading Damian a story? Duke will hide Jason in the shadows and will cover up his shadow. Alfred dropped something in the dark? You better believe Duke will find it in 3 seconds or less.

Duke makes it a point to visit his parents every weekend to talk to them. Although they are making some progress in their recoveries, it's still slow going. Eventually, he starts bringing members of the family to see his parents. It started with Cass, then Jason, and the rest followed suit.

Duke loves playing video games with Damian and even helps Damian beat some tougher levels when Damian is about to rage and destroy the console.

Duke is into Magic the Gathering and you cannot tell me otherwise. Duke also is the DM for the Bat Kids annual D&D games. I can and will make a D&D Batfam Headcanons if asked.

Loves Pho just as much as Cass and Tim and they all call it a date night every now and then where they can go to a hole in the wall pho place. It's really a secret between the three of them.

DUKE THOMAS IS THE BEST SWIMMER OF THE BAT BOYS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. HE JUST THRIVES IN THE WATER.

Finding out his birth father is a supervillain was really tough for him. He went into a shell for a little bit afterwards. Cass and Steph were there to help talk him out of his funk.

Duke Thomas's favorite foods (lol what canon DC hasn't acknowleged our boy in a while..) Chicken Pho, Thai Iced Tea, Papaya, Crab Cakes, Italian Hoagies, his mom's Lemon Poundcake, mint chocolate chip ice cream.

I hope y'all enjoyed! Up next (eventually) will be the Bat Girls!

#Dick Grayson #Batfam #Batboys #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Duke Thomas #Bruce Wayne #Barbara Gordon #Cassandra Cain #Stephanie Brown #Headcanons #Slight OOC but hey If DC can't stay in character neither should I

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doomdays · 2 years ago

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❝ and what if i did tell you that? ❞ she's so quick to snap back at him that she doesn't have a chance to think it through --- that she's telling him she'd rather be dead than be here, with him, with this family. that's not necessarily true, but that's the hard part: callie doesn't know what's true, she doesn't know how she feels about all of this even still, she feels this constant back and forth in her heart that tells her she's both relieved and resentful. it doesn't feel fair that she's here and lucy is dead; it doesn't feel fair that she, who left the second dawn years ago because she didn't believe in it, is taking up room in a place that could've saved other people -- many other people -- if her father had the heart.

but she's relieved, too, because maybe there's still work she can do here. maybe there's still a way for her to save the souls of those who've already sold them to her father. she has to do something; letting go of all she believed in, even that of which drove her out of here in the first place, is something she refuses to do -- no matter how much pride her father thinks he's earned.

her eyes close for a brief moment before she opens them again. instinct tells her to reach for his hands, hold them in hers gently as she did when they were kids, looking to each other for comfort rather than the parent they seemed to align with after everything fell apart ( she wonders that, too --- does reese find comfort in bill? does he try to seek it at all? or does he just pretend their dad can heal the wounds even he gave them? ) ❝ i'm glad we're alive, ❞ she clarifies instead, her tone softer now. talking to her brother is a reminder that they're the knives their father raised them to be, sharper than ever as they're locked in this cage together -- the same cage she learned to resent him. ❝ i'm glad you're okay, ❞ she adds, no matter her anger, no matter her resentment, she has always hoped he would be. ❝ i just don't agree with what he's doing here. you know that. he looks at me and mom like--- like he's won something. ❞ and doesn't that terrify reese?

her father's words repeated by her brother, proof of what a loyal soldier he's become, make her stomach turn. her posture straightens, ready to fight him on it -- but she notices the way his demeanor changes, even if just barely ( maybe, because she's always looking for it, always silently begging for any proof that he isn't beyond saving. she needs to know that. )

❝ it seems pretty damn easy for him, ❞ she reminds, keeping her calm. ❝ saving people is about a lot more than giving them shelter. it doesn't hurt you? watching these people -- kids -- suffer? he doesn't see that, reese. he doesn't care about that. ❞ but she's asking reese, her brother whom she loves, because she believes he still has a heart in him. she has to believe that. she's pleading with him for any kind of hint that he does.

she rolls her eyes, looking away as he does, despite a promise to herself she'd never be afraid to look her own brother in the eye. ❝ i don't hate it, ❞ she mumbles, hardly loud enough for him to hear. she loves reese, and in some twisted way, she still loves her father, too. ❝ i just think dad has a different definition of 'family' than the rest of us. he always has. ❞ it almost seems weird, including reese on her side of it, but it's true. she sees it from the outside -- reese and her father are not always on the same side, as much as reese seems to want to be. she thinks for a moment, her jaw clenched as her eyes look just past him. ❝ there are other ways to be strong than feeding into his bullshit, ❞ she reminds. ❝ if he's not going to take care of the people in here--- ❞ eyes finally meet his, almost as if it's a challenge. she can help them in ways her father, her brother won't. ❝ then i will.

he wishes that they could have just one conversation that didn't feel like a fight. that he didn't have to clench his teeth down on the defenses of their father loaded on his tongue like bullets in a gun — that they could just sit together, and be siblings again. reese has always been aware of the loss of her, the desire to be close to callie again sitting just below the skin like scar tissue, but it's an open wound again, with her near but far, and he knows so much of the fault lies with him. because he stayed, his father's right hand as he sunk deeper into — (fanaticism, a voice within reese supplies, but as the word takes shape in his mind, it looks more like blasphemy.) he winces. at his innermost thoughts, at callie, at the world gone dark and cold outside the airlock, and he feels himself collapse a little, shoulders sagging, because he knows she's right: it's not home.

it's a pit stop — to bill. he works tirelessly at probing the symbols on the device, dreaming still of other worlds, lush and rich and suitable to life, his eyes bright as if he's already there — and he neglects those he shepherded to this enclosure in the process. reese knows that. reese is experiencing that. it's callie their father wants to share his musings and discoveries with, not him, and though the jealousy had been raging only moments ago, it's softened to something he can't, or won't name.

“it's the better option, callie.” the same damn thing he's already said, because he doesn't know what else to say. “can't tell me you'd rather you and mom stayed out there.” hell, maybe she does. maybe she regrets sealing herself in here, with him and their father and his thousand zealots. how can he say what she feels anymore, when he doesn't feel like he knows her anymore?

“these people knew it wasn't gonna be easy.” it's automatic, his father's doctrine repeated in monotone. “salvation doesn't come easy.” the hitch in his tone isn't expected. reese's eyes widen slightly, lip twitching as he fights to even his expression, reducing himself back to the role of the shepherd's enforcer.

it's not an easy task.

but, eventually, he's calm. hands at his side, jaw set, eyes looking just past callie, because he knows he won't be able to maintain this if their gazes meet.

“we're still family. you can hate that fact all you want, but that's not going to change.” so i'm going to worry. because he cares about her. “your sulking isn't going to make a difference, either. if we aren't strong, you think any of them will be?”

#surviveds #surviveds: reese.#thread: c. cadogan.#queue.#this spicy sibling dynamic???? and the cw said no thank you??

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