#answering this with Huge Man was surprisingly difficult

[monochromatictoad]

Dr Jekyll and King Kong for whichever F/O!

I'll answer this with HUGE MAN.

Dr Jekyll- Does your F/O have any big aspirations?

Other than appearing on camera and taking out the security man? Not really. There isn't a lot of canon info about the Intruders in IoOD, but considering he's a rare intruder, I would say that he'd rather just be left alone. Maybe getting more muscular, if that was at all possible.

King Kong- Describe a time your F/O acted selflessly for you.

I can't even begin to explain how many times he's saved me from one of the more aggressive anomalies. The Bureau is ok with him, as long as I keep him contained. But for a specific time, it would probably be... The time I accidentally set off the Skinny Prince, and got chased through the school, before Huge Man saved me.

[soxcreg]

Cold Secrets

Part one

Modern!Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader

Summery: You're in love with the captain of the King's Landing University hockey team. You've kept it a closely guarded secret , but something goes wrong.

Disclaimer: Enflish isn't my first language!

Word count: 1.3k

Part two, part three

After the bell rang, I left the classroom as quickly as possible and headed for the school exit. The bus would arrive at the stop in ten minutes, if I didn't make it, I'd have to walk home in the cold. The devil made me wear a skirt with nylon tights in November.

Surprisingly, I made it to the stop, but when I saw the bus, I was distracted by the ringing phone and didn't have time to wave my hand.

"Damn hell," I made a face and started whining.

I looked down at my phone and answered it, turning towards my apartament.

"Hello?" I adjusted my backpack and looked up at the brightly colored signs of cafes, hotels and pubs. "Hey, Y/N, are busy tonight? Jace and Baela are having a get-together," Helaena's voice came from the other end of the line. "And since you're family, do you have to be there?" I shivered slightly as the wind blew.

"Yeah, but they said I could invite someone. You'll come, right?" I sighed heavily. "You think this is a good idea? Last time wasn't much fun".

By last time, I meant Jace's previous get-together, which was mostly college kids. I went because Helaena asked me to, but her family distracted her from my coming , and we never saw each other that night. But I was surrounded by drunk fooball players, and I barely managed to get rid of them.

"I'll meet you this time. And I had a serious talk with my cousins about those idiots. It'll just be a few girls from the University, my brothers, cousins and the hockey team. Jace and Aegon play there, remember?" I walked down the main street and turned toward the University. My apartament was two blocks away, too bad it wasn't that close to the school. "Okay, I'll come".

I'm ready and waiting for Helaena's call. I put on a black dress, a sweatshirt on top to cover my bare arms. I put on makeup and styled my hair. It was quite difficult, my hair was frizzy and curly. I put on warm boots, a jacket and a scarf on my head. The doorbell rang. I grabbed my bag, answered the call on the phone and left the apartament.

"Hello," I locked the door and went to the elevator. "Y/N, Cregan is waiting for you in the car outside the house. He was just on his way, I asked him to give you a ride, okay?" My hand froze over the elevator button. What do her mean? I'm going with Cregan? My cheecks turned pink, my heart started beating faster. "Yeah, okay. I'll be right out".

As the elevator descended, my brain quickly processed the information. I met Cregan a year ago, when my family moved to King's Landing. Helaena invited me to meet her family, and he was visiting Jace.

Thise strange Targaryen-Hightower-Velaryon family lived in one huge house, theire family estate. We didn't talk much with Stark, but I liked him very much then. Since then, I secretly glance at him and sigh quetly. And now we are going to the party together in his car.

I tried to catch my breath and look calm. When I left the house, I saw a big black car, next to which stood the man of my dreams.

I walked up to the tall guy. "Hi," He looked at me, "Hi. Get in the car, it's cold". I nodded silently and walked to the front passenger seat. I got in, Cregan got in after me. We pulled away. I felt a little awkward. "So... Will everyone from the team be there?"

"Everyone axcept Blackwood. He's sick". We fell silent again. After a while, he suddenly broke the silence. "You're not from the University, are you?" I looked at him. His nose was slightly hooked, from past observations I could tell it was also broken. "Yeah, I'm from high school".

"How did you meet Helaena?" Cregan glanced at me, but quickly looked back at the road. "Online. We corresponded for a while, and met after my family moved here".

He smiled slightly. "Sounds like her".

"What do you mean?" I looked at him, confused. "Jace told me that she doesn't really like public places. And she only started coming to our get-together after she introduced us to you"

We talked a little more, and then drove up to the Targaryen estate. We go out of the car, Helaena was standing near the entrance. She quickly took me away from Cregan. I was a little upset, but then I got back into the conversation, this time with my best friend.

An hour and a half later, we were sitting in the living room, drunk, talking and laughing. Helaena and I were mostly silent, sometimes laughing at jokes and drinking. Someone suggested playing spin the bottle. How trite. Someone voiced my thoughts, so they suggested playing something more original. I don't think pass the card sounds better. But Aegon talked Helaena into it, and she talked me into it.

"Please, come on. Aegon won't leave you alone," Her brother chuckled from behind, "Oh, yes, beautiful, agree. We're just missing you".

And so I sit between Jace and Cregan, a little embarrassed, watching as they start passing a playing card to each other with their lips.We agreed that if the card falls, we should kiss.That's why I nervously finger the rings on my fingers.

At first everithing was decent, but then the guys got hot and drank too much. The jokers deliberately blew the cards away and kissed those to whom they were supposed to pass them. For several laps I managed to hold on to the card and not let awkward moments happen, but on the next lap Cregan lost his hold on the card. We exchanged glances.

As we hesisted, the crowd began to egg us on. They giggled quietly, began to whisper, and then pushed me and Cregan closer to each other. Then Cregan grabbed my shoulders so that I wouldn't fall and brought his face close to mine.

"Is this okay?" I looked into his eyes, they were so beauiful, mesmerizing. I blushed from the close contact with him. And there were a lot of people here. But they were all playing the same game as us. It wouldn't be weird if we kissed. "Yeah, it's okay".

He nodded, our lips touched. The kiss way slow, reeking of the alcohol he was drinking. I always had something light in my glass to avoid any mishaps. Cregan smelled something tart. Or was it his cologne? He deepened the kiss, interwining his tongue with mine. I moved stiffly, a little crumpled. I had never kissed before, so why was I doing it now. Horrible thoughts filled my head.

I pulled away from Cregan, my cheeks were burning. We looked at each other, but i quickly looked away. It was so awkward. I quickly took the card, put it to my lips and handed it to Jace. The circle started again. Everyone was already tired, so they finished the game. Helaena asked to stay the night with them, because it was already late, and I couldn't call an Uber because of the crowed. So I agreed. I went to the bathroom, my friend gave me her things. When I came out of the bathroom, Stark was there. He was also staying the night. I wished him goodnight and quickly ran to the room that was given to me for the night. Already lying in bed, I thought a lot about the kiss, but thank the Seven, I drank so much that I quickly fell asleep.

There will be a second part!

[chocsra]

"Looks like You Do Need my Help."

15! Chuuya x implied fem! mafia! reader

A/N: I WILL BE DOING A PART TWO TO THIS, thank you @sstarshroom for the request!! 🫶

Content: being protected by the cocky nakahara chuuya, fluff, oneshot, comedy, violence, swearing, slowburn, teen romance, enemies to lovers?, no mentions of dazai this time 😔

based off the song despair & riko in jjk!

"What the hell, man?!"

You jump off the fenced rooftop onto a smaller abandoned one, your legs shaking as you get up to face the huge monster hovering above you. It's been 6 hours since you woke up, and in those 6 hours, just going out was a difficult task without getting ambushed or attacked. Inside the rusty machine with several chainsaws and drills attached to it lay a middle-aged man with wrinkles and a scruffy, old brown trenchcoat. He had been relentlessly attacking you; it seemed that his weapons never tired out. Damn bastard.

The man launches various spikes and blades at you, unhinging the loose screws of the tiny rooftop. You fearlessly jump into the air, grabbing onto a loose piece of rust on another beat-up building. Behind the steel machine, he only laughs maniacally, seeing your face contort into a death glare. You activate your ability and send a collateral attack onto him, destroying the machine's arms. As some sort of last resort, the machine drops an explosion onto the building. You let go instinctively, about to hit your head against a metal pipe.

That's when a hand gently protects your head from the impact, arm sliding around the nape of your neck as their other arm hooks under your thighs, hand cradling your knees. A gravitional pressure sends you up into the air, despite feeling a heat holding you close to them; your mind feels fuzzy as the person spins several times in the air, feeling them kick and fly as they hold you in their arms. It felt like a roller coaster, except the only support was their half-assed grip on you. The turbulence in the air doesn't allow you to see your saviour's face, but the firmness of his chest and rasp in his voice only led you to the idea of a guy.

"Hahahaha!!"

He laughed devilishly as you clung onto his shoulders for support. It was a boy about the same age as you, with smooth, wavy orange hair that framed his face and piercing blue eyes. His lips were curled into a lopsided smirk, pale skin shining under the bright sun. The redhead wore a raven fedora adorned by a silver chain, which surprisingly didn't move or fall off considering the amount of flying in the air. A red aura gleamed off both of you as you looked back at the now-massacred machine.

"Are these the organisations that oppose the Port Mafia? I can't say I'm impressed." He smirked, setting himself down atop the dead machine where the heavily beaten and bruised man lay, choking out blood as shards of rust cut into his temples. The boy, still using his ability to hoist you up, sent a crushing stomp on the beaten man's throat, causing a loud shudder to erupt from his diaphragm. 'Stop comin' after kids, yea? Fuckin' bastard." He spat, twisting his heel directly over his windpipe. You heard a seering crack as the man's green eyes shot wide before going blank.

A few moments later, the boy softly sets you down atop another brick rooftop. "Easy now." He eases, seeing as you stumble on the ground from all the spinning. "Wha- are you with the Port Mafia?" You rub your head soothingly, feeling dizzy. "The Port Mafia? Nah. Never heard of them." The ginger grins, chuckling sarcastically as he puts his hands in his pockets. He wore black slacks and a grey suit vest with a maroon neck tie secured under his white button-up. A raven blazer worn over his forearms, the sleeves cut to just down his elbows, along with tight black gloves that were secured in his pockets. He wasn't all that tall, despite having long, defined legs. You tilt your head in confusion, hoping for an answer. "How come so many people are after me today?" You question, causing the boy to soften his gaze on your clouded state.

"You really don't know? Your ability is pretty good; it was just leaked on the black market." He answers before taking his hands out of his pockets and adjusting the gloves wrapped around his wrists with a nonchalant gaze. "What?" You ask with concern in your eyes, slowly getting up from the ground. "Are you after me too?! Back the fuck up!!" You glare defensively, and the boy only scoffs in response. "Relax. You're not that spectacular." You only frown in response, spinning around on your heels to turn away from him. "Whatever. Thanks, I guess." You mutter, walking away from him on the rooftop, only for him to appear in front of you with raised brows as his hands rested in his blazer's pockets.

"Where are you goin'? The Port Mafia sent me here for a reason, y'know." The boy feigns a sigh, his eyes darting to your clenched fists. "Why? At least tell me your name or something." You suggest, stopping yourself from leaving. He taps his boot on the ground with a heavy sigh. "Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara. And I'm sent to babysit you since you're kind of a commodity right now." You furrow your brows at his statement. "Babysit? And 'Chuuya'? Isn't that the Sheep King's name?" For the first time, the redhead scowls in annoyance. "I was never their king.." He mutters, gritting his teeth. "And how do you know that?!" Chuuya shouts, pink tinting his ears lightly. "Gossip is prominent in the Port Mafia!!" You yell back, causing him to back down.

"I guess, yeah.." He mumbles, looking down. "So you work in the Port Mafia now?" You ask with a straight face, watching him as he leans back against a wall. "So you know about that too?" Chuuya asks, sighing. "Yeah, why else would you save me?" You smile proudly, resting a hand on your hip. "Don't flatter yourself." He answered frowning, causing you to frown. "Well, you did well. But I don't need your help; I'm just fine by myself." You grin arrogantly, fanning your face with closed eyes. "Really now?" The redhead asks cockily, stepping in front of you with a challenging gaze.

"Yes, you dare doubt m-" You continued with your nose pointed upwards until you opened your eyes to reveal a large man hovering above you two with a fancy machine gun, with only Chuuya standing in between you. "Looks like you do need my help." He turns to you with a proud smirk before turning back and activating his ability, launching a tornado kick towards the man.

"What?! No I don't- Fuck you!!"

You sigh deeply as he leaps up to decimate the battlefield effortlessly, laughing about how 'pathetic' the opponents are.

Today was going to be a long day.

[nkn0va]

Wagner, Tsubaki, and Kaguya with a s/o who grew up very poor? I mean ghetto type of poor, like Cali and vegas.

Straight Outta Compton lookin' ass S/O lmao

-Wagner...has no idea how the hell she ever managed to fall for such a "commoner" like you. No matter how much time passes she will never really have an answer.

-Her family is absolutely not going to approve of you if they found out about you now, she knows that, but she can't help but stay with you anyway. She finds such an act of rebellion exciting, though she'll never say that to anyone.

-That said though, if she really wishes to stay with you in the long term, she'll have to teach you proper rich person etiquette. She low key makes a date out of teaching you how to best behave in front of her family for when the day inevitably comes.

-She grew up pampered and in luxury, so getting to know you on a more intimate level was like learning about an entirely new world. As primitive and beneath her as she felt it to be, learning about growing up the way you did was...intriguing, if nothing else.

-It definitely took Wagner a while to warm up to the thought of dating you. She needed to truly test if you were really in love with her, not just her money considering your background. She made you do some...really obscure things, and leave it at that. Especially if you're a guy.

-That said once she did finally convince herself her growing attraction was mutual, she found a surprisingly down to earth, albeit maybe vulgar S/O that could match her hot-headedness and determination. That was something she never knew she needed before.

-Tsubaki is much more open to the idea of an S/O from a rural area. Likely you managed to get into the Torifune Academy through sheer talent in one area or another, so she immediately had some respect for you getting into such a prestigious academy without a rich family name backing you.

-You were...among her more assertive acquaintances, but she understood to an extent. You had to be strong-willed to survive in the lower levels of a Hierarchical City. She was about to stand up for you when you were facing bullying from other students from noble families, but you quickly showed you were having none of that, verbally destroying them much worse than Tsubaki was about to.

-That was the first huge boost of admiration she had for you, which would eventually become attraction the more she got to know you. You were...skeptical at first, but her sincerity and earnestness was unlike anyone else there and she started winning you over before you knew it.

-There was a palpable romantic tension throughout your years at the academy that everyone could sense, however it took an accidental slip-up on Tsubaki's part for her feelings to come out, resulting in a very prominent blush and a reluctant, nervous confession, which you were more than happy to return.

-The two of you make a surprisingly good pair in battle. Her methodical, graceful fighting style combined with your streetwise, relentless ways of fighting. You made it extremely difficult for any opponent to learn how to adapt to both of you at once, and together were almost undefeated in sparring both at the academy and in the NOL itself.

-No matter what her old man may think of you, she will do everything in her power to defend you regardless of your Ars Magus aptitude. You're the best partner she could've possibly asked for, and she'll fight to keep you by her side no matter what it takes.

-Kaguya definitely understands your attitude the most. She used to be much the same during her childhood, as embarrassed as she is about it. She won't ever be telling you about it, though.

-She actually sees quite a bit of her old self in you, finding it rather amusing. This went doubly so for when she eventually started catching feelings for you. She didn't really know what to make of it.

-There was no denying her feelings however, and when she gets feelings, she conveys them by teasing. She will stop if you ask her to but that won't stop her from doing it again eventually, it's just too much fun, especially if your reaction is to get angry or flustered.

-She might try to fix your manners like Wagner will, but she's much less strict on it. If you don't want to, it's not a deal breaker for her, though she will ask you to maybe tone down the cursing if you do it a bit too much. You're too good looking to have a such a dirty mouth, at least if you ask her.

-If you're an In-Birth she is more than willing to follow you in and will probably end up provoking someone to fight you if you don't do it first, purely to see you in action, all with a smug smile on her face. Of course she'll jump in and help if they prove to be too much for you but that doesn't really make it better.

-She's going to protect you of course, even if you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, but she just wants to see her big strong S/O do their thing. It rolls off her tongue as if it's totally normal to put your partner in dangerous situations for your own amusement. She really kills you sometimes...

[rageprufrock]

Hi Pru, this is a career question... I am in my mid-twenties, female, not quite the most junior employee at my organization but treated often as one. The workplace is highly male-dominated, competitive, the older supervisors sometimes hilariously old-boys'-club, and the younger men (my age) mean well (feminist, etc.) but have their own territories to defend. For complicated reasons I cannot leave. I knew some of this coming in but am ashamed to say that

You’ll love this: my response is so late because I too girlbossed too close to the sun and have accidentally reached mid-senior leadership status at my organization and the past month has been the most hilarious cluster of fucks. Insert clown emoji herey.

ANYWAY.

I have a few thoughts on this one, and hopefully one, or some, of these are helpful as you're navigating your early career.

To address your most immediate question: is it meant to be this hard? I think "is it meant" or "is it always" are two different questions, and each with branching answers completely dependent on your field and profession. Some are notorious for early career hazing--banking, medicine, etc--and then the answers are that the suffering is a feature, not a bug, for these industries (this can be debated ad nauseum but you know what I mean), and then for many, many other professions, the answer is that while it's not meant to be this difficult, it still is, and that it's all we can do to survive it.

But setting aside the macro issues, of whether the role itself is objectively hard or if the environment you're in is objectively sub-optimal, the more nebulous and inescapable thing is that each one of us, individually, in our early career are undergoing one of many puberties and all its attendant implied indignities. I find it weird that culturally we don't talk about this much--at least not in Western or the Eastern cultures with which I'm most conversational--but think about it: in the first five to ten years of your working life, you're often simultaneously navigating a staggering number of life-changing systemic shifts that have a tectonic impact on your lived experience. I

For a lot of us, beginning your life as a working adult means you're likely moving out of your parents' home, which adds a huge amount to your mental load and financial burden.

For a lot of us, these early professional jobs are also the first time we're operating in a performance-reward system for which there is no clear rubric or understandable progression monitoring--there aren't any grades, and I can't tell you the number of people who I've spoken to in my career who have been shocked when they're told they're being put on performance improvement plans even though they thought they were doing fine.

It's like being sent to college with no class list, textbooks hidden in eight different departments run by varyingly helpful people, while trapped in an inescapable group project run by someone who seems just as frazzled as you are, and told "okay well you should need to bring me your completed degree by EOD Thursday." This doesn't even take into account your genetic assignment to play this entire game on hard mode by failing to be a cisgendered man in the dominant cultural demographic.

People who've had multiple jobs and career changes can attest, every new job, no matter how seasoned you are, is fucking exhausting. It's almost a joke among my friends at this point how often I change jobs, and every single time I do, there's at least a six month run where at the end of every day, I'm fucking spent. I couldn't calculate 1+3 if my life depended on it, because I've spent my working day so furiously trying to read the professional tea leaves and figuring out what the actual fuck I'm supposed to be doing--which, funnily enough, is never as clear as you would think! Even if you are at increasingly senior levels of responsibility! It's really fun and good! Your boss's boss's leadership team meetings? Surprisingly similar to when I used go get coffee during my break working at an ice cream shop to complain about our customers and equipment and boss! It's amazing how no matter how much changes, everything stays the same!

So I think in the end, my answer to your question is this:

Is it meant to be this hard? Depending on what you do, maybe.

But should it be this hard? Of course not. Life is short and lush and wonderful, but already so filled with challenges, and it's a shame that being rooted in capitalism, we're all forced to participate in a system that's so unbending and unforgiving.

But does that mean it's going to be forever? Or that you can't survive and thrive and have fun in the process? Absolutely not.

However awful you feel, however bad the job is, it doesn't have to be forever. This role you're in now may be just what you need to find your next, better, better paid opportunity. And maybe that one won't be the ideal for more than a year, maybe two, but that's why you keep an eye out and a keen focus on what you want, and what's most important, and like a shark, you continue to move and grow as you get clearer on where you want to move and how you want to grow. The person I was at 24 could not have imagined the person I am at 38, and I'm guessing that the woman I am today can't fathom who I'll be in another 10 years. Whoever she is, I hope she's still choosing to do hard things and--to the very best of her ability--having a good time in the process.

It's okay to cry about work. It's okay to cry at work, even though I strongly recommend that you do this huddled in a restroom in privacy because otherwise it gets messy--fairly or otherwise. It's okay and normal to do these things. It's okay and normal to feel like a fucking disaster, to feel--or to in actuality!--be categorically failing. It is okay and normal to hate and love your job, and to love money and hate the work. There is no right way to do this, and the only wrong way is to give up on yourself, or to create a situation where you cannot have the freedom of your choices or your future.

It's also going to get easier with time. Even if you don't feel it, every day you're getting more experienced, more confident, more discerning. Those microscopic, atomic changes in you accrue, and I'm sure if you're honest with yourself you can already identify how even today, you are a stronger, more capable person in your professional context than you may have been just a year or two ago. Even if you don't mean to do it, just the experience, the bruises, the callouses from throwing yourself at the brick wall over time will rewrite the person you are--if you do this with your eyes open and intentionally, all the better.

Five years from now, ten years from now, you might still find yourself crying about work. But hopefully you'll share the good fortune I have been privileged enough to have, and find yourself the type of good friends who say, "don't care during work hours, it's beneath you to give them the satisfaction--cry later," and actually have the wherewithal to follow that extremely correct guidance.

So anyway, it shouldn't be this hard, but it is. The good thing is, you're better and stronger than it is, and you can look forward to the day you get to look over the shoulder at all the worlds you've conquered as you get ready to do it all over again.

💖

[spuukinightmares]

Mondo Owada Headcanons

Because I need more of these . I need more of these so badly and if no one will give them to me I’ll DO IT MYSELF DAMMIT!

These are all romantic btw . sooo it’s x reader . If that’s not what u want thennnn sorrayyy !!

I feel like I’m gonna end up regretting this later and cringing at myself … but oh well !

Let’s just get this over with so I can gaslight myself into believing that I never wrote this nuh uh no way

Just in case you’re unaware, Mondo falls into the “tough guy delinquent who’s actually a big softie” trope of character.

Which basically means, though he acts all tough and looks all scary in front of everyone else, with his S/O? It’s almost a complete 180.

Whenever you’re alone together, he’s a huge teddy bear.

At the beginning of the relationship, it may take a while for him to actually be comfortable with cuddling and stuff like that.

He may not look it, but he’s actually kinda shy!

He doesn’t wanna mess things up, he doesn’t wanna hurt you or make you uncomfortable.

Plus, his whole life he’s had to keep together his strong, tough guy image in front of everyone.

He’s never really had anyone that he could just be vulnerable with until you. It was a big change.

Once he comes out of his shell though? HUGE cuddler.

He loves to hold you in his arms, to hold your hand, kiss you…

I think that physical touch would be one of his main love languages.

But he still values his image, so when you’re in public together, he isn’t gonna be super affectionate with you.

That’s not to say he won’t be affectionate at all, though!

It’s kind of silly how he does pda, he’s too embarrassed to hold your hand but he’ll still wrap his arm around you when you walk together.

Probably because it still makes him feel strong in a sense that it feels like he’s protecting you.

As well as signalling to other people that they need to back off.

He can get jealous quite easily. There’s a part of him that believes that he doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

That maybe you’d be better off dating someone else.

It makes him feel afraid. Afraid that he’s going to lose you.

I think once you can convince him that you wouldn’t do something like that, and that you don’t want anyone other than him,

He’ll start to hold your hand. :]

Here’s an uncommon headcanon for you:

I’m so sorry, but he would not let you wear the jacket.

Cute as the idea may be, I imagine that his coat is quite sacred to him, sort of like his hair.

So unless you’re a part of the Crazy Diamonds, he’s not gonna let you wear it.

On the topic of his hair though, he almost always has it in his signature pompadour.

And no, he won’t let you touch the pompadour either.

You’ve asked him before if he’s ever let his hair be unstyled, and if he’d ever show you what that would look like.

Immediate answer is “hell no.”

With a bit of convincing, he says that maybe he’ll show you one day, but only if you don’t acknowledge it when it happens.

You agree, of course, but MAN is that a difficult promise to keep.

Because when it actually happens you wanna say something so badly because he looks ??? So gorgeous ?????

But you keep quiet.

Eventually he’ll end up letting you play with it at some point, but only when it’s down.

He finds it very soothing when you run your hands through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

It’s so soothing in fact, that it causes him to fall asleep. Everytime.

Very adorable, just make sure to use this power wisely.

Surprisingly, he’s a quiet sleeper. Though he does drool.

If you sleep in the same bed, he’ll always be cuddling with you in some way.

Whether it be just having an arm around you, or hugging you close to him.

He is VERY warm. Great for when it’s cold, but pretty annoying during the summer.

So maybe try not to be under the covers with him in hot weather.

Good luck getting out of bed in the morning btw because he is NOT letting you go.

He’s usually out with his gang at night so he has a habit of going to bed late and not getting up until like . 12pm or something.

Which kinda works out if your sleep schedule is just as bad as his (coughs me coughs).

You help patch him up after fights !!

He gets into a lot of them, and sometimes he doesn’t even notice where he got hurt.

He’s a bit careless when it comes to that sort of thing, so you’re always the one thoroughly checking him over and bandaging him.

It would be oh so cute if you kissed some of his wounds before putting on bandages.

He begins to sort of look forward to you patching him up, so much so that he even allows himself to be hit a few times just so that you can.

He’d NEVER admit to this though. Never.

This isn’t to say that he wouldn’t try to avoid getting seriously injured, however.

He knows you care about him and he doesn’t wanna worry you, so he’s started trying extra hard to not get super roughed up.

Plus he tries to avoid fights all together when you’re with him.

Did I mention that he lets you ride behind him on his motorcycle? Because he does.

If you’re sensitive to loud noises, he’ll keep the muffler on. Or get you some earplugs.

If you’re nervous about it for the first time, he’ll promise to be careful.

Expect to be riding behind him a lot.

He’s never quite sure what to do for dates, so he usually just drives you around the city and makes a bunch of stops at places that he thinks you’d like.

He might also buy you some little trinkets if he has the money.

He’ll be especially nervous with giving gifts to you, he really wants you to like them.

Will probably end up shouting and cursing at nothing, assuming the worst if you don’t respond right away.

He’ll feel REALLY BAD if you flinch, apologizing profusely. And swearing at himself some more as he tries to quiet down.

Eventually you’ll be able to spot the signs when he’s nervous.

You’ll attempt to calm him by holding his hand or putting your hand on his arm or chest, reassuring him that it’s okay and he doesn’t have to feel so nervous.

He’s been working on his volume, for your sake.

Overall he is a very loving and gentle boyfriend, if not a little awkward.

You just need to show him a bit of patience :]

omfg this took SO LONGG and ended up BEING so long too . Oopsie . But anyways I hope that anyone who read this got some sort of enjoyment out of it because I will never be writing again goodbye forever I shall now retreat into my little hole of shame. /hj

WHY IS TUMBLR SO HARD TO USE WHY DOES IT KEEP DELETING TEXT ?? AND IT ADDS TEXT IVE ALR DELETED .. HELP?

I think I need to go to sleep .

[brawltogethernow]

Who is your least favorite spider-man writer and artist and your most favorite artist and writer of spider-man?

Picking favorites feels surprisingly tricky, not because I can't but because Buscema edges out Romita on art but Conway edges out DeMatteis on writing (by dint of spending thirty straight years + 20 more off and on kicking my ass and how when he falls on his ass it remains fun for me), and these names next to each other are nothing. This is a stupid combination. Really highlights how superhero comics are made by teams and a single dude cannot guarantee quality if they're not vibing with the rest of the carpool. But if I'm picking a team the seventies beats the nineties, and it's sooo disingenuous to try to narrow down one pair of names when that era was Lee/Romita bleeding into Lee/Conway/Romita into Conway/Romita/Kane, also every few issues Mooney dips in to push the Peter having pretty eyelashes agenda and then leaves. Like some of the best art in this era had Kane doing pencils and Romita inking, and I like their combined style more than Romita penciling his own work if we're talking the period where he was still a full time illustrator, but I midkey dislike Kane's pencils inked by everybody else. I looked up who was illustrating 90's Web with Conway on scripts and it turns out the art I like best is a penciler and inker team and the quality takes a dive whenever either of them takes a month off and leaves the other one in a substitute's hands. You know! Team efforts! Anyway here are some iconic combinations in no order cherry picked to cut out overlap and sneak more people in.

Yes Please:

DeMatteis/Buscema

SSM #180

There's a rhythm to this team's work I've full stop never seen anywhere else.

Lee/Romita

ASM #83

The Vibe.

Conway/Andru

ASM #145

The number of times Gerry Conway has kicked my ass. u_u With Romita Sr. and Andru the most distinctive art trait is the faces - Andru's were never as doll-perfect as Romita's, and that's kind of the best thing about them?

Now guys I hate on the other hand. Way less complex. Debated whether to answer this because I try not to go on about who in the industry sucks at their job but this is not because I couldn't.

Please No:

Spencer/Otley

ASM (2018) #30

It should have been difficult to outdo the preceding run, but writing that was simultaneously nonsensical and insulting, deflated pacing where each issue achieved about as much as a single newspaper strip, a teeth-first art style where every face sports a pained grimace and the meandering composition always scores a D-, and the finishing touch of colors that I can only describe as Averaging Out to Oatmeal...combined to create some of the worst comics I've ever seen. Spencer and I appreciate so many of the same comics and his understanding of what makes them good is so poor that it's almost like receiving a personalized hate letter.

Slott/anybody

ASM #546

He can write well which just makes it worse. I don't even know where to start enumerating his crimes. Like do I just pick one anecdote? When there are so many?

Land (the porn trace guy)

Symbiote Spider-Man: Alien Reality #2 but I could have opened anything and found a bad traced yelling face

You know. The guy. Who traces from porn. That guy. He remains gainfully employed despite being known for this. Does he have dirt on an important executive?

Campbell (yes he watermarked the one on the left two separate times AFTER signing it)

ASM (2018) #2 variant, Renew Your Vows #11 variant

If you're distant from the recent comics scene it's hard to convey how omnipresent this guy is. He's like the comic sans of artists. After having the way he draws women ripped to shreds by social media over a decade ago, Campbell doubled down and has since then drawn hundreds of pinups of identical women in invisible high heels making the exact same face. Singlehandedly a huge factor in how people visualize MJ becoming "skinny carrot top with a pointy chin and freckles". He's proud of this.

[jamieedlund]

What's ur favorite hc for Aaravos?

This is a surprisingly hard question to unpack for a lot of reasons- but I'll do my best to articulate myself (ง •_•)ง

I think this spoke for itself but just in case, here is a short elaboration: if I had to pick a favorite, it would have to be this.

He is someone who - despite all of the odds, despite how the world treated to him, despite being ridiculed, subjected to the worst torture known to man(yes solitary confinement is considered one of the most inhumane methods of torture) for over 300 years and had his name dragged through the mud for literal centuries-

-could still smile so brightly and sincerely like that, affirming that he does, with all of his heart, still very much love this world. However twisted that love might be, however difficult it was for him to learn how to use and express that love in a healthy way, it still speaks volume about who he is as a person.

Now if you have the time, allow me to explain bellow. If not, stop here, the question is basically answered 🙏💗 Thank you for reading!

Hello, if you're reading this that means you are willing to listen/read more about my thoughts and therefore I expect you to have a leveled head and a polite attitude to what I'm about to say.

If not then why are you here there was LITERALLY A STOP BUTTON. Please click off this post, what are you doing with your life wasting it hate watching me? 

With that being said, hello! fellow polite person who is reading this - - - Spoiler there is no illust down here because I'm running low on time on my thesis I'm so sorry ;;A;; Here is the elaboration to why this is my default favorite headcanon!

While I am aware of the amount of WILDLY different headcanons that exist out there for him, which are very popular within the fandom and even taken as gospel, I strongly feel that mine isn't really aligned with some, if not most of the hc out there at all.

Personally, I don't even agree with the canon version of in him ss4.

I'm assuming that you are asking me about my- personal favorite headcanon for him so for now, my answer will be: Ignoring the terrible characterization of him in season 4, my absolute favorite thing about him has to be: Despite everything, despite what everyone says about him, despite how the world perceives him

He is

without a doubt

Someone who loves this world very much.

Again this all ties in with what I'm going to present in my thesis, so I can't elaborate on it too much without giving any spoilers to the case I'm going to present for him. But for now, and especially right now at the time of writing this, they just released another vaguely worded and filled to the brim with plot holes short story regarding his past ... I-- hm I sincerely have no intention to keep up with the series... Therefore my hc will definitely contradict vastly with the horrendous plot holes ridden pre-established canon

-which then made the act of answering to this question exceedingly difficult due to the way I personally perceive him.

To wrap it up, all I want to say is, we could have had it all, a character who would make us cry, laugh and want to root for, had they written him with love and care, rather than trying to stuff him into the shoes a villain, which just felt forced and unnatural. Villains who are terrible only to be stopped have been overdone, and for tdp to be another generic show is a huge waste of potential

Wouldn't most of us have killed for, finally, an antagonist who isn't actually the antagonist but rather the very system that these people are experiencing is the actual villain ? ? ?

Best of all, they could have contrasted this with Callum, our protagonist. In Callum's case, despite being portrayed as one of "the good guys" or "heroes", he has all the reason to hate the world. This in turn create a complex narrative about the nature of people - Or in this case, the hero acting morally righteous despite hating the world vs the guy who was deemed evil and terrible by the world and yet still loves it with all of his heart. It could have been a heart-warming story about how two individuals find their way in this messed up world-- but nope~ non of this is canon :DDD

When in the history of television has any shows have a twist with the "hero" and "villain" ditching their role immediately to become a neutral party to reflect all the flaws in the world they live in? ? ? TDP had the perfect setup, but then proceeded to drop all of the balls spectacularly in ss4...

I always try my best to not touch ss4 but it feels almost impossible to talk about Aaravos w/out addressing the disservice that it did to his character. And that is all, I have to say for now~

Sincerely, thank you for reading.

[i-can-sabotage-me-bi-myself]

How'd We End Up Like This?

AO3

Wattpad

Chapters: 1/?

Word Count: 1.3K

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, slight nsfw, RE4 Remake spoilers

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy/female!reader

Summary: The reader is struck by some mysterious aching in her back during her and Leon's mission to save the President's daughter. The pain is revealed to be something far greater than she anticipated. Will this jeopardize her relationship with Leon?

Chapter 1: The Village

It happened on one of your missions. Of course it did. 

You were slower with your reflexes to attacks. As an agent in STRATCOM, this was highly unusual. Your partner and lover, Leon, had noticed, while the two of you were on your mission in Spain. 

You first took notice to the slow reactions when doing, or trying, a roundhouse kick on a Ganado at the lakeside settlement. Your body decided nope, you're not doing that, and surprisingly, you agreed. The act of even attempting it sent a rigid feeling, or perhaps a pretty nasty sting, to your back.

When you stopped to catch your breath, one Ganado lunged for your throat. You repeatedly punched the bastard to death, with little to no trouble. However, unbeknownst to you, there were two others behind you. One Ganado kicked the back of your knees, and before you could even react, you were pinned to the ground, and they kicked you. In the back. Repeatedly. 

They were possessed but that didn't make them stupid, you supposed. They must have noticed your reaction to the pain in your back, which was now being beaten like a fucking punching bag. 

Despite it hurting like a bitch, you're able to unsheathe your combat knife, and roll over to swipe at their legs. Before you can whip out your handgun, two shots ring out, and the two Ganados promptly drop dead. Leon helps you up, grasping your arms ever so delicately. 

"You alright?" 

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." You answer, slightly out of breath. Leon only nods, looking back ahead on the path, but you don't miss the concerned look that grazes his features. 

This has never happened before. What the fuck is going on with me? 

* 

Despite the occasional flash of pain that inflicted your back, you carried on with the mission. You and Leon had gotten split up at the lakeside settlement shortly after your beating.  

You knew Leon could handle himself, but at one point, he was radio silent for hours. You'd shared your concerns with Hunnigan, and she agreed it was unusual. Eventually, he came to, to your relief. 

"Leon, are you alright? You haven't made contact with me for hours." You couldn't mask the fear that surfaced in your voice.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Was busy making sushi. It won't happen again." He must have been referencing that giant fucking creature in the lake that you saw villagers getting eaten by earlier. Well, at least you got someplace to start looking for Leon. 

"Okay. Don't do that again, love." 

"Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart." 

* 

Eventually you both reunited and retrieved the pieces to obtain the church key. Fucking finally. 

The two of you rescued Ashley and were headed to the extraction point. It was fairly easy to get to the Villa, but an unfamiliar face ushered the three of you inside, away from the Ganados on your tail. 

Leon, to say the least, was pissed at this dude and pushed him against the wall. You couldn't help the slight arousal that shot to your core seeing him like this, wishing it was you in this unknown man's position. But there was no time for that now. Ashley needed to be taken to safety and there was a huge fight approaching you guys and the rest of the village. 

Once introducing yourselves to one Luis Sera, save for Leon, Ashley went into hiding and the three of you started blocking the windows and readying your weapons. 

As if this mission couldn't get any more difficult, the Villa was quickly swarmed by villagers and eventually, a fucking Brute out of all things busts in. 

"Fuck my life!" you curse out in frustration, reloading your pistol. 

"Language, señorita!" Luis shouts at you, jokingly. Somehow through all the chaos, he was able to hear you. 

"Shut it, you." you snap back. That was weird. I don't tend to be that snippy. Probably just stress from the mission. 

"Yikes, sorry." he responded immediately. You felt a slight pang of guilt, but that was quickly replaced by the renewed determination to get out of this hellhole. Noticing Leon slowly getting cornered by the brute, and the second floor being crowded with Plaga Guadañas, you pull out two flash grenades from your belt. 

"Flash grenades coming!" you shout, pulling pins on both grenades, and throw one to the brute, and one to the Guadañas. The Plaga Guadañas promptly die, and the brute is temporarily incapacitated. Given the opportunity, Leon blasts four shotgun shells into it, and finally, fucking finally, it drops dead. 

The Ganados kept coming in waves, and there seemed to be no end to it. 

"Hey! This way! Hurry!" Ashley opens a door leading to an escape. 

The four of you get the bat out of hell, but only for a moment. You all reach the end of a bridge, still having Ganados chasing you. You notice chains keeping up a gate, and promptly shoot it, causing the gate to drop on an unfortunate villager. 

You all take a moment to catch your breath, and then Ashley starts coughing. Coughing up blood. 

"Ashley?!" You hear Leon voicing your same concern. 

"Wh-What's happening to me?" she trembles. 

Luis quickly approaches her, looking like he knows what's up. 

"Ashley, is this the first time you've coughed up blood like this?" she only nods, and before you can even ask, Leon beats you to the punch. 

"You wanna start explaining?" 

Luis reveals that Ashley is infected with a plaga, and she could end up like those villagers, but there is a cure. You notice Leon's reaction to this; him clenching his fist, looking down at his arm. What's that about? You wonder, sorta worried, but maybe that's just you being a doting partner. Yeah, that's probably it.

Hopefully, the three of you can find that cure in time. 

Luis leaves shortly after this revelation, claiming that the reason for his assistance is that it "makes him feel better." About what exactly? This mission is leaving you with more questions than answers. You knew this wasn't gonna be a simple mission, but you wish it was. 

After a briefing with Hunnigan, which left some more bad news, you all start moving again. You didn't get very far, as that pain in your back came back, which oddly enough, afflicted your lower abdomen as well. 

Leon and Ashley turn to you when they hear your sharp gasp, to see you clutching your lower back and your other hand resting on your abdomen. The two swiftly approach you, Leon especially. 

"You okay?" Ashley asks, concerned. 

"Yeah, it's just my back hurting from earlier." 

"Earlier?" Ashley presses further. 

"Two Ganados got the jump on me and kicked the shit out of my back." 

"...Jesus. Are you okay to move?" 

"Yeah, don't worry about me. Let's keep going." 

"Hold on. Ashley, could you give me a minute with her?" Leon directs his gaze to you, failing to mask any concern from his features. 

"O-Of course." 

Checking to see the two of you are at a safe distance from Ashley, Leon begins his questioning. 

"Are you sure you're alright?" He gently caresses your left arm, the two of you in closer proximity to each other. You sigh. 

"I'm okay, Leon. Let's just worry about her." You nod your head in her direction, maintaining eye contact with him. You bring his hand to you, gripping it firmly in your hands. "I'll tell you if something is wrong." You gently kiss his knuckles, and trace along his forearm. You sneak a glance at it to see what he was looking at moments earlier, only to find nothing unusual. 

"It's just-" 

"I'll be okay, mon cœur.” 

Sighing, Leon brings his hand to your face, letting it linger, with his eyes searching yours for any hint of a lie, only to find none. He lets his hand drop, and he starts walking along the path, with you and Ashley following suit. 

***

I hope y'all liked this! Stay tuned for more :P

Taglist (Lemme know if any of y'all would like to be tagged!):

@so-mordor-itis

[ladylooch]

Can we see Mack's phone call to Lucie once she wakes up? Xx

The comfort she feels waking up wrapped around her man, her stomach drops when he says her sister dropped by, the teasing from Lucie once she's on the phone. Connor's reaction to hearing David was found snuggled up to his bad ass sister in law

Gonna focus on Lucie's phone call with Mack for this one... but you can read Mack's reaction to Lucie's visit here.

Mack waits to call Lucie until David heads out to grab some additional groceries to keep nursing Mack back to health. She is feeling a lot better after the soup and continuing to drink fluids, but she is still weak and having water coming out certain ends it shouldn’t. David suggested charcoal as another remedy. His mom used to give it to him and his siblings when they were really sick with a stomach bug. Mack figures it can’t hurt. 

The phone call barely rings before her older sister’s voice comes over the phone.

“Hey, hi, how are you?”

“I’m okay. Alive.” Mack shrugs, nestling in under her blanket. She pauses. 

“Did David tell you I came over?” Lucie cuts right to the chase as is her way.

“He did. You know that key is for emergencies?”

“I hadn’t heard from you! I was worried when you didn’t answer your phone or the door. Daddy would never forgive me if I had let you die on your bathroom floor.” Mack chuckles. She supposes Lucie has a point.

“Mmm, well, you’re lucky David was dressed. He usually sleeps naked.”

“How do you know that?” 

“Because I sleep with him regularly.” Lucie squeals at the admission.

“Tell me everything! When did this start! What are you!? Are you just hooking up? Or is it serious?” Questions flow out of Lucie’s mouth excitedly to her sister. Mack sighs.

“He is my boyfriend.” The word sounds strange coming out of her mouth, very new too, but her grin is huge despite how shitty and tired she still feels. “And no it didn’t start out that way.”

“When?” Lucie demands. “I was still firmly under the impression that you hated each other?”

“Were you?” Mack wonders. “Or did you just stop paying attention?” Lucie contemplates. 

“Wait, the pizza night?” She asks.

“Yeah, I mean.. I would consider that the beginning.” 

“Mack! That was so long ago! Why didn’t you say anything to me?” Lucie sounds annoyed but also a little hurt that Mack hadn’t shared something this big with her for months.

“Because it wasn’t supposed to become what it was.” Mack picks at a pill on the blanket across her lap. “It was just supposed to be fun. I didn’t feel the need to tell you because I wasn’t planning on us becoming something.”

“Is it love now?” Mack widens her eyes, a choking sound coming from her throat.

“No. God.” 

“Oh? I saw the way you were this morning. I’ve never seen you like that with someone before.”

“Okay? It doesn’t mean I am in love with him. We want to keep it light.”

“You know he is usually well gone from New York by this time of year? I’m assuming he stuck around for you.” Mack knows he did. “His farm is important to him. You are important to him too, clearly.” Another thing Mack knows. She swallows hard. 

“Luc, I am really not feeling well. Can we talk later?” Mack burrows deeper into the couch, hiding her mouth behind her blanket as she prays her sister takes the excuse so she can get off the phone. 

“Okay, hint taken. Just… be good to each other.” Mack can tell Lucie wants to say more, but she doesn’t allow her to. 

“Will do.”

“Feel better. David seemed to have it handled, but let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay.” Mack says. “Thanks for the soup. It really helped.”

“Good! I’m glad. Bye.”

Mack clicks off the phone, tossing it onto the end table and burrowing deeper under her blanket. Surprisingly, she feels relieved that Lucie finally knows. It was getting weird and difficult to not tell her sister, but she also wouldn’t have been sure what to call them before this morning either. 

“I’m back.” David calls as he walks into the apartment. Mack looks over at him, smiling limply. “You’re looking pale again.” He frowns. “I’ll get you some Pedialyte.”

“Thank you.” She murmurs. 

David pours the blue raspberry flavor into a tumbler with ice and a straw so Mack can easily drink it. He sets it on the table by her head, then ghosts his hand over her hair. 

“Need anything else?” He asks after a brief kiss on her forehead.

“You to sit down on the couch with me.” 

“Okay.” He smiles. He goes to take off his jacket and grab himself his cup of coffee he got when he was out. Then, he lifts her feet, settling them into his lap and begins to massage them while watching Somebody Feed Phil re-runs.

As she watches the TV, her sister’s words replay in her head, “Just… be good to each other.”

She knows that is what David deserves. And what she does too.

Mack reaches for David’s hand on her hip, gripping his fingers in her hand. She rubs her thumb over the top of his hand, feeling the tendons and callouses there. She glances over at David who meets her gaze. One corner of his mouth lifts. Mack returns his smile with a small one of hers, then focuses back on Phil in Finland.

They stay this way until Mack falls asleep, then David lays down on the couch behind her to join her in his own, comfortable slumber.

[sabrondabrainrot]

Share us your fics ideas please!!

I have sooooooooo many! (Also sorry it took me so long to answer this I didn't see my inbox)

I'm in so many fandoms and my brain is always thinking of found family or hurt comfort or fluff so it tends to all ruminate in my brain.

1-A Wildcards - a Persona x MHA crossover fic. I've started writing this one and it's in the works but the basic idea is, "what if ever persona protag is under one roof and all siblings and all are in school at the mha world." I have chapters and plans but it's hard to get fic motivation on this one at the moment. One of my theories also turned out right for MHA lore and I can't explain why but having my own theory proven right really took the wind out of my sails. XD

2. ff7 what if au - basically there's a theory me and a bunch of ppl online share where president Shinra has a bunch of bastard children and basically my fic idea is, "what if the bastards all grow up under one roof." So I'm currently doing research on characterizations for it. It's difficult for me to nail down Cloud's, Rufus', Evan's, and Lazard's personalities. I love Au's where ppl are brothers or grow up together. I don't have any plans for this other then the kids somehow help Genesis, Angeal, and Sephiroth not go insane but I can't figure out how I want to do that.

3. Simon Petrikov: Fionna and Cake Adventure Time drabbles - basically wanted to continue where Fionna and Cake leaves off and put Simon in the trauma cube where he gets to heal from his past. I also am a sucker when Trauma is blasted in 4k for everyone to see so the entire crew that cares for Simon also gets the trauma beam. I also realized Simon and Betty were never married so I decided that must be changed and wrote them a wedding. :)

4. Gohan's Wheel of Emotions - Another fic idea I've had for a few years now. I want to do a series where basically some kind of xyz machine goes wrong and Gohan gets split into a bunch of pieces and it becomes a race against time to put him back together. I was planning for his emotions to be wondering around. I want this to be teen era Gohan too because I'm a huge sucker for the Saiyaman ark. It's again just hard to find time to write it! I just want to write a cheezy little light hearted kind of self healing story.

5. TMNT turtle tot au - just a fun multicrossover baby adoption event. I'm currently writing this and have almost 2 chapters done! I love the idea of the 2003 turtles having a bunch of different aged turtles showing up at their doorstep. So they have to juggle sending everyone home while doing their best not to adopt anyone (spoiler alert the kids adopt THEM)

6. TMNT a KH/Tsubasa inspired story - I don't want to share too much on this plot but if you know about Kingdom Heart and Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles then you can get the idea of what if might be about. :)

7. TMNT brainrot drabble - currently working on this one but it's an 87 drabble fic that was inspired by season 5's finale. but now that I'm writing it (it's almost to 10k now) I REALLY want to have it go past the show finale too because MAN the last seasons of 87 are GREAT angst potential. I'm a huge sucker for hurt comfort and this entire fic is kind of like hurt comfort lite.

8. Hetalia - I have so much brain rot for Hetalia but I find it surprisingly hard to write for. I want to do a bunch of silly Hetalia fics about America and his super strength. I love that little idiot because he's MY adorable little idiot. The show is also just so cute and funny it is a big guilty pleasure of mine.

9. Lout of Count Family / LCF stupid idea - basically what if Cale Henituse can sing but he only sings the silliest dumbest songs ever in the history of Rowoon. That's it that's the fic.

10. I have a silly idea for a big multicrossover between all the korean light novels i've read and various manhwa and danmei novels. Like, "What if all systems have a chat function and it connects you to other system users." So it would just be a casual chatfic comedy.

That's most the of the ones I could think of! :P

[thotsforvillainrights]

I know you're super busy with the new job and all (congrats btw!!) But I would love to hear your thoughts on what mundane hobbies/guilty pleasures the Yakuza boys have. Personally I see Setsuno as a puzzle kind of guy,what do you think?

(Thank you! It’s a good feeling to be happy with going to work but it’s only been like 2 or 3 weeks so I’m wondering if that mood will wear off yet or not lol. Anyway, I don’t think anyone has asked me about this before so I’m excited to answer it!)

~Shie Hassaikai and Hobbies~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Overhaul: Aside from Shogi of course, I do believe he’s the type of man to adore doing those tiny ship models in little glass bottles. It’s calming and peaceful for him. Definitely something to get his mind off the stress of the day.

-Pops: Once again aside from Shogi, he’s probably got a lovely little garden going for him. At least this is what I headcanon for a lot of my stuff he’s involved in. I think he’s got a little garden and a pretty nice Koi pond as well.

-Chronostasis: Surprisingly enough, I feel like he’s into video games. Nothing hard core or anything like that. He’s not big into multiplayers or anything. Just plays the story mode on a few games here and there. It took him almost a year to finish Call of Duty since he doesn’t play as often.

-Mimic: Will never admit to any of the others that he’s into stamp collecting. It’s something he’s done ever since he was a young boy. He’s got an extensive and rather impressive collection but no one to show it to (except the other people online that do it as well).

-Nemoto: Big on movies I think. I feel as though he’s seen a ton of movies and plans to see a ton more. It’s his thing to go see every movie that comes out in theaters whenever he gets an opportunity to do so. He’s not big on collecting digitally but realizes he has to do it when his back room of the house starts to get full of DVD’s.

-Deidoro: Collects bottle caps from his drinks. He’s not huge on a specific kind, but still enjoys keeping up with them. Who knows what he does when it gets to be too many of them. Maybe he takes them to be recycled?

-Rappa: Shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone here, but he enjoys to work out as a hobby. He used to try and get into boxing but it’s difficult to find a boxing partner when you have a quirk like his! 

-Tengai: Clipping bonsai bushes/trees is his calling. When he’s not taking care of bonsai then he’s partaking in a 30 minute/hour long meditation session. When you work alongside Kendo, you have to find something to calm yourself down lol

-Hojo: I’ve headcanoned this multiple times before but I’ll say it again. He’s definitely huge on cards! I think he’s taken time to hone his skills throughout the year until he’s become nearly perfect at playing. This isn’t just for regular card games. He’s also good at solitaire, uno, old maid, whatever involves cards then he’s on it.

-Setsuno: Anon you were spot on about the puzzles! He loves doing puzzles of all sorts and this also includes any type of games that also involve puzzles as well. He particularly loves a good puzzle that’s very hard to finish so he can keep going back to it through the week. The feeling of finally getting it done really laves him feeling proud of himself.

-Tabe: Surprisingly enough, he enjoys drawing! That being said, he’s very bad at it. Or is he? To anyone looking for something abstract then he’s totally a champ at it!  

-Katsukame: Sorta really into cars. Likes watching rally car races and learning about different types of vehicles. He’s even went to a few car meets himself. Doesn’t talk about it much in front of others but if they bring it up then he’s going to pour it out.

[pocketramblr]

Why would you write that newest little krakenverse drabble? Now you’ve got me all inspired 😭😭 with a crack idea of Motoji trying to convince (pressure) Sorahiko into marrying him. Consider this an AU of the AU.

“Oh, you look perfect, my dear!”

Sorahiko felt his eye twitch at the voice that reached his ears. With a sigh, he turned to see Motoji glide into the room, looking much too pleased. “Why do I have to wear this again?” Sorahiko asked.

It was a mostly rhetorical question. He knew why: because Motoji had removed every other article of clothing in the room, leaving Sorahiko to either don the fancy, expensive, white suit, or go naked.

“Because today is a special day, my darling,” Motoji crooned, sauntering over to tuck a rose into the front pocket of Sorahiko’s suit jacket. “It’s your birthday, and I’m going to make it unforgettable.”

At his age, most of his birthdays were forgettable and unexciting. Unfortunately, Sorahiko had the feeling Motoji would be able to live up to his claim.

“Now, everything is near ready to go. Just wait here until someone comes and gets you.” Motoji’s gaze lingered on him appreciatively. “…Perhaps roll your sleeves back just a little, though.”

Sorahiko didn’t really get a say, as Motoji began to roll the sleeves for him. He didn’t bother asking why. Motoji enjoyed seeing the golden cuffs on Sorahiko’s wrists; enjoyed the visual reminder of how Sorahiko was bound to him now.

Sorahiko did dodge out of the way of the kiss Motoji tried to place on his cheek, however, scowling at the man. “Please keep your lips to yourself, Lord Akkorokamui,” he growled.

Motoji pouted, but (surprisingly) nodded in acquiesce. “Yes, I suppose I should be patient. It’s not time yet.”

…What did that mean?

The answer to that question came about half an hour later, when Motoji’s personal servant, Kurogiri, led Sorahiko through a black misty portal he created with his magic. Right out into a large lobby, in front of huge, intricately carved wooden doors, which opened almost immediately at his arrival.

Revealing a room filled with pews full of people, all eyes turning to him at his entrance. But all Sorahiko could register was the aisle before him that was covered in flower petals, leading up to an alter at the other end of the room, where Motoji waited for him in fancy garb of his own.

Motoji spread his arms, his voice effortlessly filling the room as he announced. “My darling, my love. For your birthday this year, I couldn’t think of any better gift to give you than myself.”

A wedding. Motoji had planned a wedding for his birthday.

That Sorahiko hadn’t even agreed to.

Words could not properly describe how he felt about the whole thing. Baffled, astounded, irritated, and offended were a few he could name. They bubbled up from his gut, and Sorahiko spun on his heel to march away, absolutely furious.

A strong tug on his wrists stopped him.

The chains on his cuffs were usually hidden away by magic, but now they gleamed brightly in the light of the room as Sorahiko looked down at his hands. They were stretched taut, and he followed them with his eyes all the way down the aisle, to where Motoji held the other ends of them, his features pinched in annoyance.

“No need to be shy, my love. Come here,” Motoji called, beckoning him.

“Let go.” Sorahiko scowled, trying to yank the chains free from his captor.

“Don’t be difficult, darling. This is your special day.” Motoji yanked back, and Sorahiko slid half a foot down the aisle towards the alter.

The ensuing struggle certainly entertained the audience, as Lord Akkorokamui pulled his (unwilling) love down his own wedding aisle by the chains. Sorahiko dug his heels in every inch of the way, snarling and spitting in anger as he was slowly reeled in. He cursed Motoji out in all the ways he could think of, though it did nothing to sway the determination on Motoji’s face.

His eyes were solely on Sorahiko as he finally dragged him up before the alter. “And here I went to all the effort of a land-dweller wedding just for you,” he complained. “But you don’t even appreciate my generosity.”

“I never even agreed to get married,” Sorahiko ground out.

“Don’t think of it as a marriage then.” Motoji waved a hand. “Think of it as your birthday gift. I’m giving you myself.”

“I don’t want you, thanks,” Sorahiko said tersely.

“Unfortunately, you can’t return a gift. It’s rude. So you’ll just have to accept me.” Motoji smiled beatifically, but his eyes flashed sharply.

Beside them, the officiant began to drone out the usual wedding spiel, and Motoji took Sorahiko’s hands in his own. His grip felt firm, and more damning than even the cuffs on Sorahiko’s wrists. In the many months he had been Motoji’s captive, he’d turned Motoji down multiple times; had rejected his marriage proposals and declarations of love multiple times.

He should’ve known Motoji’s patience would run out sooner or later.

And the ring that was reverently slid onto Sorahiko’s finger was nothing more than another chain weighing him down.

My jaw is dropped he really would do that huh dhfhfhg @shih-shoulda-had-it shih shih look at this

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ive tried to write women so many times but have failed to the point theres barely any female characters in my stories. and im very aware this is a flaw in my writing because i dont hang around women often and the only long term contact with a female i have is with my family members i dont know how to write female characters on a personal level because i can never relate to them. this sucks ass but correct me if im wrong i think its better to not write female characters at all than write a shitty possibly offensive one even if i dont realize it

Hi.

Okay, here's my take on what you're saying. I know for a fact that the most difficult things to write are things/situations/environments we know so little about. And it's even harder to get it right when it's a more sensitive thing, if yk what I mean. A huge perspective shift like this is definitely a challenge because men and women are quite different.

Here's the thing. I'm not trying to pressure you into writing them, but I'm telling you that even if you have problems with them now, doesn't mean you have to give up on writing them completely. If not writing them at all is your final decision, then that's still okay, still your call in the end, but if you do want to write them, it's very possible.

I know I write both male and female characters, but the first time I ever officially wrote smth that wasn't for school, it was with a female protag because ultimately, I see the world from the eyes of a woman. When I decided to write a male character for a more serious project, I realised I needed to research it. And lemme tell you that again, not every piece of advice in a writing help article is always applicable. It's largely based on the author's own personal experiences. They're more like tips than rules you must adhere to.

Please note that I've spent considerable time around men I'm close to in my family, I had male classmates and currently have a friend who's a guy, so that definitely helps. And it's completely understandable that you haven't spent enough time around women to grasp more about them Ig. My male characters are not exactly copy-paste of these men/boys either, but some of their traits and mannerisms may be connected.

And you not relating to them is completely okay. I'm not very likely to relate to parts of my male character's life that come with him being a man, but what I can relate to is what makes him human. There is definitely an overlap in several traits between men and women. For example, the way I would feel angry abt smth would be different from how a guy Ik would feel angry about the same thing. The key is simply to avoid bad cliches.

Again, I'm not trying to get you to write them if you really don't want to. Forcing yourself to write smth you don't want to definitely won't help, and won't create good pieces of writing. But just in case you wish to in the future, you can practice and research and test it out, and fun fact, part of it involves a little bit of winging it. I've done this for like genres/ideas I haven't tried before, and surprisingly it actually works. But, tbf, it's a lot more difficult when the issue at hand is the opposite gender.

And answering your last question, while it doesn't mean you must give up completely and you will never be able to do it, I can agree that no representation is better than a poorly represented character. Though, there is a chance you might be too harsh on yourself, since Idk exactly what any female characters you've written are like.

And about my reblog on that post abt writing women, Ig it was more aimed at people who've never tried or misrepresent women by applying a crap ton of harmful stereotypes to them. You seem to have made a genuine effort, so that's a pretty good thing.

Sorry for the long post, and thank you for the ask.

[diznam]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks....

Oh! Thank you for such a great and difficult question!

A looong text awaits heh (and I could certainly write even more!!)

I think I'll limit myself to only one character per fictional universe, and I'll only choose from internationally famous works to make it easier. I will surely forget someone and I will never be able to choose if I think it over for too long... So, without contemplating too much, and in no particular order (except for the first one), i'll go with this:

1. Dustfinger from Inkheart -- This man was probs my first fictional crush ever and my forever nostalgic number one. He's a morally gray character, deeply troubled, kind, selfish, painfully human, but also gorgeously magical. Oh, and fire loves him. Can’t beat it. Even though for children, Cornelia Funke writes and illustrates beautifully. If you haven’t read any books of hers, you should try one!

2. Fred and George Weasley (yes i'm sorry but I will write them as one unit) from Harry Potter -- Need I say more than that they make everyone laugh in times of darkness? As the youngest, and only daughter among numerous siblings, I relate a lot to Ginny, and really love these two - the ultimate big brothers.

3. Monkey D. Luffy from One Piece -- The perfect paradoxical mix of incredibly selfish but with a huge heart. Luffy just lifts everyones spirits, and he's so stupid, ambitious, and wholesome that you can’t not love him. As someone who has a hard time being impulsive and living in the now, I find him so terrific and almost inspiring.

4. Sokka from Avatar the Last Airbender -- Underrated character. I would've never claimed him as my favourite when I was little (especially since i was mad for Katara), but as an adult I’ve come to see just how fuckin awesome he really is. Like, he's funny, kind, relatable, smart, strong, brave and just an all around realistic character. Love. Also, I think I just automatically love all the kind big brothers that remind me of my own ones (♡)

5. Jace Herondale from The Mortal Instruments -- Could have just as well written Will Herondale here, but I’m not going to write two Herondales on the list (especially since they are VERY similar. Will is a book nerd tho, which is like the ultimate perk). Anyways, so, after Dustfinger, my second fictional love was Jace I think. Attractive, strong, sarcastic, troubled, kind, LOVING, and with such character development and ambition. Ya. Just so so good. I think I mostly focused on his hotness as a 13 y.o tho -.-

6. Peeta Mellark from The Hunger Games -- Honestly, I just love him because he shows how truly important and helpful kindness is. Loyalty, kindness and bravery - this man has them all. Plus he's a friggin baker and an artist. Like, come on, how lovely can you get??

7. John Watson from BBC's Sherlock -- Another example of a profoundly realistic character. I thought first about writing Sherlock's name, but I think I might actually love John more. He’s just so complex, but at the same time real simple. And surprisingly funny. Much, I attribute to Martin Freeman's amazing acting skills, but yeah, John's awesome.

8. Katsuki Bakugou from Boku no hero academia -- Honestly, I'm questioning myself putting him on this list, but I think he deserves a spot simply for the fact that his character development is So. Fucking. Good. Almost as good as Zuko's from atla. And he deserves a spot purely because surely the amount of fanfics I've read starring him must be telling me something.

9. Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood -- Ah, okay, so once again an older sibling who is funny, strong, kind, brave, energetic, troubled, and who loves so painstakingly strongly (I'm starting to see a pattern here...). Idk, but I just really like him. And I felt like I had to include someone from Fmab because the show slaps.

10. Victoria Spring from Solitaire (and the Osemanverse in general) -- Honestly, Tori is just such a great character, because in all her melancholy, depression and numbness, you can still find so much to love about her when reading from her perspective. Also, shes an older sibling who adores and takes great care of her little siblings. I've struggled a lot with mental illness, and I can teally relate to both Tori and Charlie's problems. So finding that I can love these two characters so much despite all their issues, makes me realise that maybe I can like myself a little bit more too

THAT WAS TEN! I could easily write more, but I’m gonna stop myself now. Sorry if this was a lot longer than you expected, but I really liked this question.

Thank you for asking it! Hope you got what you wanted. Have a great day/night wherever you are :) <3

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Moving Forward - Chapter 15

*Warning Adult Content*

Mates

They'd fallen asleep on the porch,but Max woke up in his bed with a heavy arm over his waist and a warm presence claiming his back.

He hummed, turning over in the covers and then nuzzling into the crook of Kyle's neck, over the scarred imprint of his teeth.

There was still a little bit of bruising but that would fade over the day with the assistance of Kyle's werewolf healing.

It took a moment for Max to suppress the urge the poke the faint yellowish-green blemish and he moved to press his face into Kyle's chest.

This was what Max wanted.

For the rest of the week, month, year, for as long as it would last because there couldn't be anything better, apart from shifting.

But that was in a different category and couldn't really compare to moments like this.

Moments when it was still early morning and the sun was just beginning to banish the cold from the night before and the heat of the man next to him was radiating throughout the bed.

When he was awake before the man who'd claimed him as his mate and could spend as long as he wanted examining those strong, handsome features.

It was surprisingly difficult not to touch Kyle's face, to not trace those high cheekbones and strong jawline and heavy brow with the lightest touch he could.

It took a moment for Max to realise Kyle's smothering dark eyes were open.

"What are you doing?" he asked, voice clogged and husky with sleep.

"Just looking," Max murmured.

In the quiet moment, neither man moved, Kyle apparently content to let Max stare with his feline yellowish-green eyes.

The moment probably would've lasted longer if there hadn't been a howl.

Kyle sat up with just enough urgency to dislodge Max from his arms.

"One of yours?" Max asked, voice low and cautious, despite not moving from where he fell.

It took a moment for Kyle to answer, his eyes flickering as he examined the howl and then he shook his head.

"Not one of mine."

Nothing was said between the pair, even as they left the bed with their hands entwined and stepped out into the open air.

Kyle changed first.

Max waited, keeping watch and then followed River's lead.

Kyle's ears were pushed flat as he went and it was interesting to see how he ran with his head lowered.

Max tended to lower his head anyway but Kyle was close enough now for Max to see him move with more caution and urgency than usual.

They ran quickly, heading in a different direction than what Max was used to.

His claws hadn't marked the trees here, his scent hadn't been left here.

Even as they went, Max couldn't help allowing the scent glands on his paws to leave their mark.

It didn't take long for Max to take to the trees, bounding through the denser branches to conserve the energy he was sure he'd need in the following events.

The trees began to space out a bit.

Not enough to prevent Max from running through them but just enough to make him a little more wary about where he trod and then they stopped.

In front of him was a clearing larger than that of his own home and in the middle of it was basically a mansion.

A huge, mostly clean, white mansion.

Max wasn't sure what he was supposed to do and hesitated to come down.

A few seconds passed before Kyle noticed that Max had stopped and turned around, loping right back.

Pawing at the tree Max was in, Kyle seemed to think Max was stuck up there.

He wasn't but the encouragement was just enough to make Max leap off of the two story high branch he was perched on.

The pair didn't even have to wait to be allowed entry and Max was thoroughly surprised to not be reprimanded for walking on a clean white marble floor with muddy paws.

Kyle didn't waste time changing back.

He was back on two legs within a minute but Max couldn't confidently say he could do the same.

Besides, this wasn't Max's territory.

He didn't know who lived here and staying in jaguar form was a lot safer than trying to get his body to turn back within five minutes.

Striding with those long, strong legs, Kyle looked, well gorgeous, obviously but also wore a serious expression that no doubt meant he knew something was up, grabbing a pair of trousers somewhere along the way and only stopping for seconds to pull them on.

It was a cue that Max didn't miss whilst walking through the unfamiliar hallways, his lithe body keeping up with Kyle's ridiculous speed without a problem.

With barely any time to look around and examine his surroundings, Max only barely noticed the portraits and landscapes that adorned the walls.

The masterpieces of wolves, howling or running, hung up with pride or the ornate green and gold panelled walls.

The only thing he could really take note of was the constant marble floor that he took extreme caution not to damage with his claws, hence why they were retracted for now.

Then Kyle disappeared through a door, Max close behind, only to find a room filled with wolves, well werewolves, most of them were in human form but there were two or three that still had their fur suit on.

They were staring, Max could feel them staring at him as he followed behind Kyle and Max couldn't help it.

His head sunk low between his shoulders and his ears flicked back.

Universal animal language for 'if you come near me, I will bite'.

One of the wolves began a low growl.

It was quiet but audible and was echoed by another.

It was then that Kyle stepped in and from the expression on his face, he clearly felt that it was not something he should've had to do.

He stood directly in front of Max, blocking him the view of the wolves.

"Mine," Kyle growled, voice little more than a snarl but it was enough for them to back down.

"If any of you have a problem with him, you come to me and I'll give you a reason to back the fuck down."

Those in wolf form whined, the majority in human formed mostly appeared uncomfortable but Max was a little confused.

Where were the wolves that came and found them when they were napping on the porch?

This couldn't have been them.

Max's confusion was dismissed with a hand passing through the fur on his neck, signalling to go.

Once again, he followed Kyle's lead into a bigger hall, one with much more wolves to stare at him, plus Kyle's parents and Carter.

The human to wolf ratio in this room was more even and some, Max noticed from his peripheral, even recognised him.

There were a lot of people here though, managing to make Max feel even more threatened, only reigned in by the sensation of Kyle's hand in his fur.

It looked like a ballroom, with a high ceiling and a dais at one end where the Rivers family were seated in full view of the rest of the pack.

It was like being in the presence of royalty.

As they approached, Amelia gave a bright smile, forcing Max to wonder if she recognised him or his scent.

The question was quickly dismissed.

"Hello Max," she greeted warmly.

That was it, that was all Max needed so that he could ignore the other wolves crowded around the ballroom and give that pleased rolling chuff.

He greeted her with the most gentle headbutt to her leg he could and then sat himself down next to Kyle, prepared to be there for longer than he'd prefer.

River's mother handed her son a shirt and then sat in one of the large chairs on the dais.

Her voice rang through the room as she spoke.

"That howl was not one of ours."