#basically got the hat PERFECTLY onto him

[sailorhyp]

up late thinking about how for me and my boyfriends 2nd anniversary, he set up a whole 'party' just for the two of us

and one of the things he had planned for me to do was..

PIN NICK'S HAT ON HIM

so safe to say, i am still obsessed with this

[carlsangel]

CAUGHT

carl grimes x fem!reader

(you wouldn’t believe who catches you and carl.)

tags: smut, oral sex (r!receiving)

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You liked to believe that you and Carl were quite smart. You both were great survivors, you ended up surviving years and years of the undead constantly up your ass. You thought you could get away with basically anything, even being intimate in places you shouldn’t be. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. In fact the two of you were so blind to how sneaky you weren’t.

It’s not like you didn’t try…although it seemed like you didn’t but that’s beside the point. A lot of the time if you two ended up fucking in places you shouldn’t, you weren’t seen but there was a couple occurrences when you almost were. Your streak of times almost being embarrassed was sort of an inside joke at this point, you both found it funny.

You were both invited to a run, just so you could help and be there to collect parts. Your goal was to get to the old radio station and find everything you need to fix Alexandria’s radio so you could communicate with the other communities. Quite an easy task. The group you’d both be going with is Rosita, Eugene, and Aaron. Pretty simple, you should be perfectly fine. Eugene was only going to collect the proper parts for the radio, not to fight.

You and Carl walked up to the gates to leave hand in hand. This morning for Carl was…quite a rough one to say the least. He woke up rather needy and the two of you were running late so there was unfortunately no time for the two of you to fix his issue. He was toughing it out, however. Or was trying at least.

Once approaching the truck you’d be taking, your first observation was how large it was, even on the inside. Aaron had just brought it back a couple days ago and you hadn’t had a chance to see it yet. It was one of those kinda of trucks you couldn’t imagine affording back when cars had payments n shit.

“Alright let’s get going.” Aaron unlocked the car and everyone piled in. You got in the backseat first and to your surprise, Eugene barged his way in to sit between you and Carl. Your eyebrows furrow a bit in confusion. “I refuse to be sittin next to a couple who might latch at the mouth any minute.” Eugene explains flatly. Carl looks at him with an odd look as he buckled his seatbelt. “We wouldn’t do that. But okay.” You retort. After Rosita was buckled she turned to look back at you. “Yes you would.”

The rest of the car ride was pretty quiet from the both of you, Carl had his hat on his lap and stared outside the window the whole time which presumably meant he was thinking. Eugene and Rosita conversed a while and you occasionally chimed in. Their little arguments were rather amusing, Rosita tended to have quite harsh comebacks while Eugene focused on outsmarting her.

Before you and the group had arrived at the radio station, you all went over the plan. You and Carl would keep watch on the outside while the other three go in so they can leave as quick as possible while still being efficient. So when you arrived, it seemed somewhat like a breeze. They had entered the building and you knew they’d be in there for a while..maybe thirty, forty five minutes? Like stated previously…you guys weren’t too smart when it came to practicality.

“I don’t think this is a great idea, there’s a good chance they’ll finish fast.” You explain to Carl. “Okay then I’ll make you finish fast.” He rebuttals. You sort of cringe at his joke and he opens the car door for you to get in the back. It was a lot more spacious with just the two of you in there, it was quite nice and Carl felt comfortable getting started right away. You laid back and tugged your shorts down with no warning; also, with the current situation you were both in, he felt there was no time for foreplay.

He pulled your underwear to the side and immediately dove into your heat with his tongue, causing your head to fall back onto the door of the car in pleasure. It was parked closer to the woods, far from the building so you didn’t think there’d be an issue being seen…right? Anyway, his lips wrapped around your clit, he started to suck quite sloppily but he wasn’t quite focused on doing it perfectly. “Oh that’s perfect.” You tell him, your hand going to his head to keep him where you want him. He flattened his tongue against your pussy moving his head up and down, side to side to reach every spot he could. He was practically panting like a dog. Your eyes roll back into your head and you’re grinning largely.

You noticed something was shaking the car a little so you lift your head back up and open your eyes, noticing his arm moving. Meanwhile he stiffened his tongue, prodding it into your hole. You were quite overwhelmed to say the least. “Are you…” Your voice trailed off breathlessly and he glanced up at you, his arm seemingly moving quicker. He was jerking off. You didn’t even notice him unbuckle his jeans.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said between small laps at your clit, a small smile forming on his face. All of a sudden everything seemed more intense, you were close, being loud as ever and he began moaning against you as well. It was everything you could ask for.

“Oh good god-” You hear in a muffled tone, you notice that the voice is in fact coming from outside of the car, behind your door. You open your eyes and Carl stops everything, you see his eyes go wide as he looks out at the window behind you. There’s a shadow from the outside of the car displaying a figure to the inside. You see quite a familiar mullet. You push yourself up and look behind you.

Eugene.

Soon enough you’re both fully dressed and sat up in the car just glaring at Eugene outside completely embarrassed.

You were caught, there was no way you could explain this to him any differently than what he saw. Eugene was frozen, it was like someone had stopped time and he was just stood there terrified. You weren’t sure on what sort of approach to take and Carl was still rock hard so he was focused more on how to stop feeling uncomfortable. You’re trying your hardest to adjust your clothing. “What the hell, Eugene? Shouldn’t you be inside?” You scold him as if you weren’t in the wrong, even though he did interrupt your time.

“They found a room full of walkers and they started spillin out…” He explained, his tone somewhat embarrassed. “So you fucking ran?” Your response is sharp and mean, causing him to flinch a little. “Yes. They have it handled. They’re capable of takin care of the next rooms perfectly fine.” He replied obviously. You sigh and shield your face with your hands. “This is so fucking embarrassing.” You turn to Carl and he was zoned out but he looks at you silently and nods. “Just took me by surprise that’s all.” Eugene chimes in. “That’s a very natural activity for-”

You were all interrupted once again by Rosita this time, calling for Eugene. “Eugene what the hell are you doing? Get in here.” She shouts from the building. He turns to nod at you guys before walking back while Rosita waited at the entrance for him. You fully turn your body to turn to Carl and you let your head fall to his shoulder.

“Yeah there goes our streak.”

a/n: hey guys! i’m feeling a bit better so here’s a smut fic :) i’m gonna get the rest of the match ups out soon although this is quite a busy week for me ill still be working on them! i love u guys bye!

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[letstrip13]

𐚁 - cowgirl!

summary: save a horse, ride... matt

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, that's basically it

word count: 710

author's note: i'm in a different time zone rn + i'm traveling as well so sorry that this one is late too. never trust me when i make a posting schedule lmao

author's note 2: i posted this from a plane

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music blares from the ongoing party downstairs, which you and matt snuck away from. you showed up in matching cowboy and cowgirl costumes. him in a red plaid shirt with the top two buttons undone so his silver chain and horse pendant can peak through. this is paired with blue jeans, and a black cowboy hat with a belt and boots to match.

meanwhile, you're dressed in a matching red plaid shirt, the buttons at the bottom undone so you were able to crop it by tying it up in a knot, denim shorts that show off your ass, and a hat, belt, and boots identical to matt’s.

he's got you pinned against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist as you feverishly make out. the tension from downstairs had since gotten to be too much, your bodies pressed up against each other as you danced to the music. eventually he had enough which is what led to this moment.

his large hands squeeze the backs of your bare thighs as he holds you against the wall, beginning to kiss and suck the sweet spot on your neck which will for sure leave a mark. your arms wrap tighter around his shoulders as he takes you over to the bed.

neither of you have any idea who's room this is, but it's perfect for right now. the bedroom is dimly lit by a lamp on the bedside table, casting a warm glow on the walls. he gently puts you on the bed, hovering over you as his lips keep grazing over your neck, continuing to mark you up.

you quickly reach for his belt, eagerly undoing the buckle which earns a little laugh from him. he undoes yours as well, slipping them off and throwing them both in a heap on the carpet. your fingers swiftly undo the rest of his shirt buttons but he makes no moves to take it off. he looks really hot though, hovering above you with his shirt undone like that and his chain dangling above you. the way his pink lips are swollen and a little darker from kissing you. and the way his blue eyes gaze down at you from under the cowboy hat.

he removes your shorts in such an impatient way that you're surprised the button didn't just fly off. he switches positions, sitting on the bed and making you straddle him. “i wanna see you ride me, cowgirl.” you immediately comply, reaching down to unbutton and unzip his jeans, pulling those and his boxers down just enough to get to his already hard cock.

you give it a few strokes, spreading the precum that had leaked out before pulling your panties to the side and aligning yourself above him. moans escape both your lips as you slowly sink down onto him, as he fills you perfectly.

he grips your hips tight enough to leave marks behind as he starts guiding you to bounce on his cock. before long, you've taken over and he makes his hands busy elsewhere. he unties your matching shirt and undoes the remaining few buttons, groaning when he sees that you weren't wearing a bra under it. he practically tears it off and takes one of your tits into his mouth, sucking on your nipple as he pulls and teases at the other one.

“oh fuck- matt-” you cry out, the feeling of that mixed with him being so deep inside you almost too much already. “that's it,” matt encourages you, “that's my girl. doing so good at riding me.”

it doesn't take long before you're coming undone on top of him, that familiar snap as your eyes roll back and your lips part as you cry out, your legs shaking slightly around him. he follows close behind, spilling his cum into you as he lets out a loud moan. if it weren't for the loud music and the party going on below you, everyone would hear you two.

he gives you a playful grin, teasingly tipping your cowgirl hat off your head. “hey, maybe we should dress like this more often." he places a gentle kiss on your lips. “my beautiful cowgirl,” he murmurs. “i love you,” you respond. “i love you too.”

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[1rubydoodles]

stanford is autistic-coded and that really affected his relationship with fiddleford (tbob spoilers)

(I want to start off saying I’m autistic and might rant about Arthur a bit here because it’s a 10+ year strong special interest and you just have to deal with it)

“another day, another failed social interaction.” (ford, the book of bill)

“when my waitress told me the apple pie was made ‘from scratch,’ I replied, ‘incredible! I must meet the chef who created the atoms!’ She made a face like she had tasted bleach and ended her shift early.”

I read this imagining ford smiling, expecting a laugh from the waitress. I know so many autistic people who make jokes like this, it really to me doesn’t seem much different from the jokes that people do like. Taking things and shifting their meaning. The children’s show Arthur put it best in the episode “When Carl Met George” (or, “Carl and the Missing Puzzle Piece”, definitely check it out, although it was made in 2010 so it uses an outdated term and has few stereotypes)

Basically in that episode, autism was described as George crash landing on an alien planet with no instructions.

here’s some of the transcript:

“(narrator): …And even though you speak the same language, you sometimes have a hard time understanding what they mean.

Francine (as alien): Good night for a banana fight, right?

George: Um, yes? No! I don't know!”

Arthur (as alien) walks up to them wearing flippers, a tutu, a huge bow tie and a hat of whipped cream with a cherry. His outfit is absolutely ridiculous.

“(narrator): and things that seem hilarious to you…

George: (laughs)

 (narrator): ...aren't funny at all to them.

Arthur (as alien): What's he laughing at? Is it my nose?

Francine (as alien): I have no idea. You're weird!

Francine and Arthur walk off.

George: But it was a joke, right? Oh.”

this basically describes the situation perfectly. on top of that, I know of autistic men that seem like they are being aggressive or sarcastic to women when they make these jokes, most likely what happened during this dining incident. (which, honestly, women go through a lot of shit with men and I don’t blame them if they assume the worst.)

But let’s go to fidds and fords relationship. (romantic or not.)

I’ve seen so many fiddlestan posts shaming ford for what are just autistic qualities to justify their ship being superior. (ex. One post said “stan recognized when fidds was distressed unlike SOME people” in a fanfic, which is both shaming ford and pretty uncanon seeming)*

I really don’t think ford realized fidds wasn’t ok until it all fell apart. he closest he goes is basically “fidds seems jittery from the whole shapeshifter thing so we can just relax and that will fix it.” I think it’s a common autistic mentality that “if this happens I can fix it with this, and that will solve the problem.”

many people on the spectrum have logical systematic thinking and a preference for clear rules with predictable outcomes.

I think that’s the closest ford ever got to thinking that something was wrong.

I think he never realized fidds was actually going insane. All he thought was that he was going to betray him because of Bill and that black ring.

“it became clear how deeply I had hurt this man I once held so dear.”(ford, journal 3)

I really think he held onto the thought that fidds betrayed him. autistic people are also a lot of times easier to manipulate due to challenges in seeing deception, probably why bill saw him as an easy target.

but of course, fidds in the end with his big heart and amazing mind forgave ford. i’m almost positive he knew ford thought different.

and probably got fiddle𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 with him later

Edit: I should mention that the whole “I’ve seen so many fiddlestan posts shaming ford for what are just autistic qualities. (ex.“stan recognized when fidds was distressed unlike SOME people”)” is just a common type of thing I see in fiddlestan posts and fanfics. I really doubt that Stan WOULD do that, but fiddlestan shippers are a whole different breed ig. Edited again for clarity on the same thing

[nori-writes]

Hi there! May I request Cassidy with an s/o who can easily fluster him? Thank you in advance if you do this!

“You love it.”

Cassidy x Reader

W/C: 850+

A/N: YESS, I love Cassidy requests, sadly this is the last one I have (feel free to send more 👀) I’ve been obsessed with Overwatch recently especially Cassidy and Hanzo. One last funny little thing that I wanna share. So basically the way I write his accent is a just quietly talk to myself while I’m writing because I have a southern accent myself. Just thought it was a lil funny thing to share.

Also this isn’t proof read AT ALL. I wrote this in a couple periods of school.

Cole loves complimenting and flirting with you as often as he gets the chance to.

But as soon as you throw a compliment back at him he is a flustered mess.

Typically he's just fine taking a compliment from someone like another agent in Overwatch but when it's from you?

God help him.

Whenever he’s flustered he’ll pull his hat from his head to cover his face and take a moment to collect himself before even thinking about replying to you

It’s literally adorable.

Claims to hate it

He loves it.

He’ll glance over them and claim that your words don’t affect him

They most definitely do.

It was around midnight and Cassidy still hadn’t managed to find his way into bed. He had returned from a mission earlier and had meant to go home hours ago to change, shower, or even just to see you. God, he always missed you. Instead, he sat on a part of the counter in the base's kitchen, lights out, eating some cookies that Brigitte had made for all of Overwatch to enjoy and enjoy he did.

They were amazing, perfectly cooked but still a nice chewable, gooey texture to them with the perfect amount of chocolate chips and hit the spot at this time of night. If he was being completely honest though, he hadn’t realised how late it was getting to be. If he had he would’ve scurried his way home by now.

Though, the silence in the Overwatch kitchen at night was a weirdly comforting thing. The curtains were open just enough to bring in the perfect amount of moonlight to illuminate everything so that you weren’t tripping over stuff in the dark.

After a couple more cookies Cole had finally decided to pull out his phone and check the time which had read to be almost 1:00 AM. Determining that it was already far too late for him to be awake he decided on one last cookie before he would finally make his way to your shared bed for the night.

He pulled his last cookie out of the jar before taking a bite out of it as he realised your figure stood in the doorway, “Hey sweet pea, what’re you doin’ up at this hour?”

You left the doorway making your way closer to Cole. He noted that you were in pyjamas meaning that you had already been in bed as your voice came out in a groggy tone, “Someone had mentioned that you were back from your mission earlier today, I hadn’t seen you so I came looking for you. Missed your handsome face.”

He internally thanked that he had left the lights off when he came in here earlier, had he not the only thing to hide how embarrassingly red his face was currently would’ve been his hat. The hat which he wasn’t wearing currently.

There was an outline of a smile that came across your face, you weren’t able to fully see his reaction but you knew the effect that your words had on him. He was always the one who flirted with other people, never the other way around so when you threw his words right back at him the reaction was nothing but the best. He took a second to gather himself before he even thought about replying to you.

“Sorry, I hadn’t been lookin’ at the time. I meant to come n’ see you earlier. I kinda got caught up with Brigitte’s cookies, these things are amazing,” He praised the cookies while taking a bite out of the one he had grabbed before he noticed you were in the room.

You shook your head in agreement, hopping up on the counter next to him, laying your head onto his shoulder, “You thinking about heading to bed anytime soon?”

“Just ‘bout to after I finished this last cookie,” you let out a small hum of acknowledgement to his words looking up at his face, “Somethin’ on your pretty little mind sugar?”

You shook your head, “Nothing just you, all the time.”

All he could do was sigh with a smile on his face, the blush of his face much more visible with the closeness of the two of you, “Can’t be just sayin’ stuff that.”

“Yes I can, and you love it.”

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[nymphomaniaa]

something about us [V] "shot in the dark" — an outtake!

summary: schlatt feels bold while sharing a hotel room with you.

warnings: light angst.

notes: i sincerely apologize for chapter 19 of 'something about us' still not being released! life has been very cruel to me lately, cruel enough that i haven't had the time to really polish the new chapter. to apologize, i wanted to post this snippet i found in the depths of my storage, originally written in 2020. it was meant to be sandwiched somewhere chapter 5 and 6, but i removed it because it made the connection between the reader and schlatt feel way too rushed and unnatural. but it is definitely a noteworthy outtake, so i hope you enjoy it.

The two of you returned to the hotel room a few hours after the sun set. Shivers ran down your body as the cold ocean breeze outside cared less about your bare legs, so as soon as Schlatt opened the door for you, you immediately lunged for the warmth of your bed. You sighed, letting your face sink into the mattress, closing your eyes and taking in the sharp scent of cleaning agents and dust.

Schlatt sits next to you at the edge of the bed, groaning miserably from walking and being awake all day. He couldn't see you roll your eyes at the fact that he got to take a nap but you didn't. What could he possibly be tired from?

You lifted yourself off of the mattress and crawled to the foot of the bed. Schlatt had taken off his cap and tossed it onto his bed on the other side of the room, and now he was just sitting there, propping himself up with his lanky arms. You couldn't help but study the way his hair had perfectly framed his forehead whenever he took his hat off, and how his eyelashes fluttered whenever he looked at you.

Now that you noticed it, you two were sitting way too closely for you to be able to notice his eyelashes. But neither of you moved, sitting together, so close that if you even twitched, your arm would graze his arm, or his leg could push against yours. The looks exchanged between two people, alone in this room, started to make your face flush. The realization had hit Schlatt too, as he started to subconsciously lower his head to meet you at your level.

Quiet enough that you just barely hear it, he mutters, "...Can I kiss you?"

"What?" you blink back, confused.

"...Jesus Christ," he looks away sheepishly, immediately standing up, which shifts the weight on the mattress and almost tumbles you over the edge. "That was so fucking weird. That was so fucking weird, I'm so sorry. Please forget I said that."

"Wait," you stand up, but he steps further away from you, as if you were a growing flame he needed to avoid. You ignore his avoidance, putting your hand on his shoulder and pulling him back to face you again. He drags his head down, and illuminated by the dimmed skylights in the foyer, you can barely make out the way his jawline is tense.

"You're not... under the influence, or anything? Right?" you chuckled, partly from disbelief, and partly from the nervousness that comes with genuine concern.

"God, no. I don't do that. Not often, anyway," he puts his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, awkwardly averting his gaze from you.

"Schlatt," you trail your hand down from his shoulder to his chest, feeling the faintness of his racing heartbeat. "I mean, we only just met..." you whisper.

"I know," he sounds upset. "That's what makes this feel worse."

"Makes what feel worse?"

"Seriously just... just forget it—"

You stand on your toes and offer him a peck on the cheek, maybe as a gesture of comfort, but maybe because whatever he was feeling towards you was most definitely reciprocated. His eyes are as wide as golf balls as he stares down at you, almost glares down at you. A mischievous smile creeps up on your face, and with the open opportunity, you give him another peck on his other cheek.

"We... [Y/N], we basically just met," he takes his hand out of his pocket to place it gently over yours resting on his chest. "And you just got out of a relationship, this isn't—"

"Just—" you step closer to him, so that you can crane your neck up to meet his face. "Just kiss me."

His eyes, which were once darting all over the room, are now locked onto yours. Then, his glances are caught on your lips. Soon enough, he is unknowingly leaning down, far enough that his lips are millimeters away from grazing yours. As your eyelids drift to a close, he uses his free hand to gently touch your waist, then seals the deal.

It's a short, nervous kiss at first. But when he pulls away and sees you adoringly grinning at him, he feels enticed to kiss you again. For longer, this time. For himself, this time.

When he pulls away again, you chase him. Locked in another kiss, he notices the way you melt into his arms, and fully takes advantage of this moment to snake his other arm around your waist, greedily embracing you tightly, as if he never wanted to let go.

But eventually, he does. He snaps back into reality, and harshly breaks the kiss.

"No. This isn't right," he says a little louder than a whisper this time, with conviction, as if he were being tried in court. "But why do you—"

"I have feelings for you," you blurt out. "I feel so bad for falling for you within just the first few days of us meeting, but I just couldn't help myself."

He hesitates. "I think it's my loneliness making me feel something for the first attractive girl I've seen in months."

You feel conflicted. Does he not actually like you?

"Well, I think it's just my broken heart focusing on the good within you. But maybe there aren't a lot of bad things about you to begin with."

"You don't know me," he loosens his embrace with you, letting his arms fall to his sides. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me."

"You don't know me that well either, but you still feel a certain way about me, right?" you grin optimistically. You catch a gleam in his eye as he accepts your logic.

The whistle of the wind outside paired with the rhythmic waves of the tide calm the tension between you and Schlatt. His steady, nervous breathing, shows up in his voice. "Can we just... pretend? Like everything is fine between us?"

"Everything is fine, though. What do you mean?"

"Like, I'm not saying I don't like you or anything, but this is... this feels like a dream. I want you so badly, but there are so many things in the way that prevent me from getting into another relationship."

You feel like you have been directly punched in the gut by him. It doesn't help that he is walking away from you, returning to his spot on his own bed. He climbs on top of his mattress, and you try to follow by sitting next to him, but he doesn't even look at you.

"Let's just keep this secret for now, okay? That's all I'm saying. Let's just keep things casual."

He says this a little too nonchalantly. From one moment, he was kissing you, but in the next moment, you might cry.

"Okay," you sweetly whisper, hiding the way your throat feels like it's closing up. Your heart aches.

The room is too dark for him to see your face, so by the tone of your voice alone, he feels like he has done the right thing. He feels like you are on exactly the same page as him. How convenient! For him, at least.

"I mean, maybe I'll take you on a few dates to get to know you more, we can have fun together, and hopefully over time... y'know."

"...But can we still talk about this a little before you leave for New York?" you whisper.

He grins up at you, reaching a free hand towards your face. He uses his thumb to caress your cheek, and his other fingers gently massage your scalp.

"Yeah. Before I leave for New York."

[bizarrebaby]

Halloween Costume Headcanons| Madman!Lalo & Princesa

Pairing: Lalo Salamanca/Princesa (the reader insert character of @richeeduvie 's Madman!Au) Notes: I am not the author of Madman! But I do think about it a lot. More than a healthy person, for sure. Anyways, these are just my thoughts on couples costumes for Lalo and Princesa!

Lalo is not big on hosting parties or even going to them, especially not now that he has Princesa. But he does love to show her off, and a little Halloween party at the hacienda once a year is a perfect way to do that.

Neither of them did much to celebrate Halloween as kids, but seeing it in so many movies, Princesa always dreamed about having a perfect costume, of dressing like her favorite characters from the silver screen.

Obviously her relationship with her dad, and the way that he was, wasn’t one in which he would ever be buying her a costume or taking her out to trick-or-treat. Not to mention, they didn’t exactly live in a great neighborhood for it.

So dressing Princesa up for halloween and having a party– it’s another way that Lalo’s being a good papi for her. The man is a little obsessed with healing her inner child. In a way, he wants to overwrite all of that suffering from before she knew him– making her life with him perfect in a way it never could’ve been without him.

And of course, he’s never going to say no to an opportunity to buy her more clothes and jewelry.

When she brings up the idea of couple’s costumes, it’s something he hadn’t really thought much about. Dressing up is a little silly for him, no? Perfect for her, she’s just a sweet little thing who can look cute in anything. But him? 

He hadn’t intended to do any real dressing up at first, but of course he loves the idea of him and Princesa living basically within the context of each other. Makes him a little crazy– the thought that even when she’s playing a part, wearing a costume, that she needs him to be next to her– a part of the story. So it’s gonna be only couples costumes from here on out lol

And he still doesn’t want to look silly, so he’s not going to go too crazy with outfits and he’s not gonna wear no fuckin’ face paint or wigs. Besides, she thinks he’s perfectly handsome the way he is, no? Not gonna scare his girl by looking like a completely different guy.

Cowboy and Cow (Lalo)

This one is Lalo’s idea, through and through. His Princesa is just a sweet, cute, helpless little thing that needs to be herded around and kept safe, you know? Not to mention when her tears cling to her lashes when she cries, and her nose gets a little wet– just like a scared little vaca, no? 

His Princesa wears little cow ears, a cow print dress with a fluffy skirt and an apron, a little tail on the back. Most importantly: she’s got a collar with a little bell on it that he just can’t stop playing with. And he’s got a lasso around her waist that he holds onto all night long– like a freak. He likes to see her nearly stumble when he tugs on it. He did it because she was wandering too far.

The costume for Lalo is minimal. We all know he owns cowboy boots, he’s probably got a hat and a vest he can dig up, and plenty of jeans.

This costume is definitely making a comeback when his girl gets pregnant and she’s actually milkable.

Dracula and Mina (Princesa)

Princesa’s idea– very classic, and very classy. Lalo very graciously lets her color in just a smidge of widow’s peak for him and puts in some fangs. He’ll probably take them out almost instantly as soon as he feels them getting in the way of him talking.

You don’t want to know what the vintage nightgown cost. It’s authentic– off white with age, floor length, detailed with lace and ruffles. Lalo’s gonna tell everyone exactly how much it cost, with some teasing about how his Princesa has such exquisite taste.

“She’s got such a way of– of restoring them to their original beauty, no? Unbelievable,” he says with adoration and a kiss to the crown of her  head.

She and Lalo are the only ones who know that the bite mark is real.

And yeah, it’s Princesa’s idea. But let’s not pretend that Lalo has never thought about coming quietly into their room while she’s sleeping in a pretty nightgown and drinking her blood. In fact, he’s probably already done it– just not from her neck.

Morticia and Gomez (Princesa)

Principally Princesa’s idea, but Lalo likes it when she suggests it. He tries to hide it, but he likes enjoying her little romance movies with her. And he’ll admit to the similarities– Morticia and Gomez so in love that they’re seemingly on an endless honeymoon.

He will, however, insist on amending your dress to be less clinging. Something more shapeless, demure, cute. Not that he doesn’t want to see a dress like that on her, but assuming they’ll be at a party, he doesn’t want people seeing his girl like that.

Once again, a very minimal costume for Lalo. Just a pinstripe suit– he can tolerate that to see his Princesa so happy.

Hello Kitty and Dear Daniel (Princesa)

This is an “I’m sorry” type of costume. Like Lalo probably hugely jumped to some sort of conclusion (which is crazy because he’d never do that right lol) that wasn’t true, and his innocent gatita cried for it. So he’s giving her some more leeway with the halloween costume selection this year. 

Let’s be real, though. While he may not be thrilled about wearing the kitty ears and the tail and having a couple of whiskers drawn on, his Princesa is also wearing all of those things, which is something he didn’t know he needed. Those costume pieces are ending up in a drawer in the bedroom.

Cop and Robber (Lalo)

Lalo’s not ashamed to admit that he’s always thought he’d be hot in uniform. And he’s completely correct. And he knows his girl agrees.

This is also a great excuse to keep her handcuffed to him, which is something he probably thinks about doing every time she leaves the compound with him.

For all of the party guests, this is Lalo’s most insufferable costume. He’s constantly fake arresting people for literally any reason. And honestly– despite not being much of a costume guy, I can see him getting really into it in a very annoying way. Like he has a flashlight he’s shining directly into people’s eyes, and he’s sticking post-it note tickets onto people’s backs all night

Holly Golightly and Paul (Princesa) [Breakfast at Tiffany's]

This is the perfect costume for them. Because Lalo basically just has to wear regular clothes, while completely spoiling Princesa rotten with a beautiful vintage dress, gloves, shoes, and real vintage Tiffany jewelry pieces. And it’s just like at Eladio’s party when he took her– he brings her around to everyone so he can show her off, telling everyone to look at how completely radiant she is.

This is definitely one of those moments where Lalo is the most smug in his ability to provide for her, how well he knows her, and how perfectly suited for her he is. His cute little caterpillar, and with him he fed her, rested her, pleased her, and kept her safe so she could metamorphose into this beautiful angelic butterfly. Tonight, all eyes are on her for a moment, but he’s the only man in the world who’s seen deep inside her, felt the tender and fluttering pulse of her heart.

Nick and Nora Charles (Princesa) [The Thin Man]

We can’t have a Madman!Halloween without at least one couples costume featuring a cock with a mustache.

Once again, Lalo in a suit, and Princesa decked out in expensive vintage with her hair immaculately styled.

Lili and Paul (Princesa) [Lili]

Lili (1953) is one of those movies that I think gets to Lalo. He sees a lot of Princesa in Lili. A frightened, helpless girl left alone in the world by a dead father. She makes mistakes, doesn’t know what’s good for her. An adult but still very much naive, not able to see the meal the world wishes to make of her. And despite all of her misfortune, she has an endless font of sincerity that endears her to just about everyone.

And yet again, she’s in a lovely little vintage costume– a very modest and plain dress with a lacy collar and cuffs and a cute hat, while he just needs a button down shirt and some slacks.

And you know what? Lalo can keep a puppet on his hand for this. That's minimal enough.

Bonus!

These are my insanely unrealistic ideas that i cant let go of lol

Patrick Bateman and Jeanine (???) [American Psycho]

Not going to pretend this one is a realistic idea. Don’t think Lalo likes the idea of his girl watching that kind of thing. But you’ve gotta admit that Lalo would slay in a suit and a clear raincoat, face splattered with prop blood. All while he’s got his Princesa next to him in a pale pink sweater and pencil skirt.

And once again, the relationship parallels. A sociopathic murderer and the innocent girl who cares too much about him. The big difference is that Jean’s genuine nature saves her from Patrick, but Princesa’s made it so she’d never be safe from Lalo.

Quentin and Leaven (???) [Cube]

Just want you to think about Lalo as Quentin, Princesa as Leaven, and Nacho as Worth. That’s all.

King Arthur and Guinevere (Princesa)

Just want you to think about Lalo as Arthur, Princesa and Guinevere, and Nacho as Lancelot. That’s all.

[slotumn]

Take:

Rhea and the Central Church's problem isn't that they're the stereotypical unhinged religious zealots calling to kill heretics at the drop of a hat, it's that they're the establishment who have become impotent, complacent, avoidant, and more concerned with appearances than action. Rhea and the Central Church's failure wasn't them being "too ruthless," or "going overboard," it was actually being too soft and passive and doing too little too late in matters where it's literally their responsibility to act.

For more specific examples, Rhea gets accused of being excessive wrt Western Church and Imperial troops at Holy Tomb— but my take is that the real problem wasn't her being ruthless, it's that she didn't do it earlier when it really mattered.

Some of those "earlier" within recent years of canon include: attempted assassination on Rhea a few years back, guy with connections to imperial family (Volkhard) who used to be a big donor to the Church suddenly changing his attitude overnight after fucking around in a rival nation, Western Church becoming radicalized heretics. If Rhea channeled her Saint Seiros days and got pissed and cutthroat about those things and made the Church take major action over it as soon as it came onto radar, they probably wouldn't have gotten played as hard by the Slithers as they did.

You can't even call the Church investigating those overreaching into the nations' internal affairs or anything; "why was a Kingdom noble involved in a plot to assassinate the archbishop" or "why is a branch of our Church getting into heresy" or "why the hell are some people claiming Central Church was behind Tragedy of Duscur" are all perfectly fair matters for them to look into. And if an in-law of the Adrestian imperial house stayed in the capital of a rival nation for a year doing god knows what for undisclosed reasons, then I think he's hardly in a position to accuse the Church of being weird if they prod at him and go "hey it's been a while what have you been up to lately."

Yet the Church seemingly didn't investigate those in depth/honestly confront the parties involved, and even covered up the truth in the case of the Christophe incident. The motivation there was that they wanted to keep up the appearance that the Church is Doing Totally Fine™ and that the public can trust them to be Reliable And Normal™ even in times of turmoil— which really just seems to mean that they want to avoid admitting and reviewing their own fuck ups, or having visible conflicts/tensions with other major factions/within themselves for the sake of PR. And this eventually bites them in the ass because some of those other factions do not reciprocate this conflict avoidant attitude, not to mention that covering up the symptoms doesn't get rid of the problem.

All that to keep up appearances, and ultimately the result is Western Church and Empire seeing them as easy targets and being proven right about it. If you actually stop and think about the implications of Central Church having what should be very high security places (Holy Tomb and Mausoleum) in their home bases infiltrated and terrorized twice in one year, Rhea's personal reaction after it happens is basically the least of all the problems there.

So yeah the Central Church has decayed complacent impotent stupid establishment syndrome, not volatile crazy fanatics syndrome. And Rhea, at the time of canon as the Church's leader, has the problem of being fatally avoidant and thumb-twiddling until things get to the point some scary yelling isn't going to fix the situation, not being an aggressive control freak. (Again I think she would have been a better in-universe leader if she was proactively controlling shit at the time of canon instead of waiting for Sothis to come back and fix everything!)

The reason why I'm being pedantic about this is bc there are multiple ways religions and religious institutions can fail, and I think the fact Central Church's failure isn't them being the stereotypical unhinged fanatics actually makes things way more interesting— especially when contrasted with the fact that there are the actual unhinged fanatics in-universe (Western Church), and those guys hate the Central Church.

Also imo most everything I've diagnosed here still applies post-timeskip in CF— the Church is never proactive in a way that matters, and their final lashing out in Fhirdiad was never going to be enough to make up for their inaction before. They had a whole country on their side for five years and apparently they didn't do much with that, after the Empire already declared war on them. Hell, the Empire even takes a detour conquering the Alliance and they're just sitting there. Like damn Rhea if you were actually serious about winning the war then you should have been cultivating insurgents to send into Adrestia and burn Enbarr. Not sitting around in Faerghus then burning Fhirdiad at the last minute.

Tl;dr

Broke: Church Evil

Woke: Church Stupid

[themisfortunateone]

LENORA CHARACTER SHEET!!

(DISCLAIMER!! jaws and lenora are basically the same person, buuutt, jaws lost all her memories and only remembers life before her first death, so she only remembers life as being lenora and doesn’t remember anyone…they are basically two sides of the same coin since in reality they are just the same person with REALLY different personality’s if that makes sense…so she doesn’t remember life as jaws and she gets really upset and angry when people call her that because from what she’s heard, jaws was very weak and she doesn’t wanna be associated with her “past self.” she also believes that her “forgetting her memories” is just an elaborate prank since in her mind, her memory is perfectly intact. the only person she remembers however is max and that’s only because of house making her remember him…anyways disclaimer over !!)

Name: Lenora.

Nicknames: Len, Leni, moth person, weapon, hat girl, starlight, dear, jaws…

Age: 17.

Birthday: 12/22.

Species: Moth.

Family: “none of your ####### business…”

Height: 5’6.

Pronouns: she/they.

Sexuality: bisexual.

interests: anything valuable currency wise…jewelry, gold objects, silver objects, guns, crystals, philosophy (surprisingly) money, knives, etc etc…

likes: money. hot sauce, silly juice, being by herself, watching arguments, antagonizing people, her gun, piercings, music, people with a backbone, the dark, her electric guitar, and maybe a few people…

dislikes: overly sweet people, being vulnerable, crowds, the color orange, her old “job” her parents, people ruining her “fun”, liars, people who call her jaws.

“STOP CALLING ME JAWS THATS NOT MY ###### NAME, NEXT TIME SOMEONE CALLS ME THAT IM BLOWING YOUR ####### BRAINS OUT.”

Personality: Lenora is VERY violent and extremely rude to mostly everyone she’s in contact with..she is harsh with her words and doesn’t sugarcoat most things, and she loves to antagonize people the second she gets the chance to do so. Lenora however does have a soft spot for a certain person however…and she only shows slight softness when they are around but she’s not usually nice..she is trying(??) to change a bit, but it’s hard to break old habits…and she’s known for taking her anger out on others and self projecting her issues onto them. in reality, lenora doesn’t really mean the stuff she says, she just doesn’t know how to communicate, so she resorts to being mean and violence since that’s all she’s ever known..

Brief backstory!!

Lenora didn’t have the best influence when she grew up…her family was heavily involved in gangs and illegal substances, and she was even forced to be involved in that type of life as well…she learned how to use weapons at a young age and she would also be forced to unalive people until eventually, she started finding joy in it and doing it purely out of entertainment..she also had a bit of a drinking problem…one day, she ends up meeting this girl who was apart of a rivaling gang and they fall in love, they started dating in secret but Lenora’s parents found out and they weren’t too thrilled to find out that their daughter was gay and was dating someone from a rivaling gang…sssoo they ended up punishing Lenora, and her girlfriend broke up with her—even worse, her girlfriend never even actually loved her, she just used her for a primary source of information. Lenora decided she was tired of the life she was living and wanted to change, so she planned to run away…she got someone to take her away and put her escape plan into motion…butttt, while she in the back seat of the car drinking her problems away as the getaway driver tried to take her to safety, the car EXPLODED…(spoiler alert, someone from the gang found out and informed her parents, and her parents didn’t want her going out in the real world and telling everyone their secrets, and since she was causing problems already, they thought it would be better to just kill her off…) and then lenora DIED.

Scent: Smoke and fruits..

Text color: blue…

voice claim: aaalso coming soon…

Lenora’s playlist !!

lenora’s design!!

(also, fun fact, the reason why jaws used to carry an empty bottle around with her was because of the fact when she died, she was holding one because like i said, lenora died drinking her problems away before the car exploded…and when jaws woke up in the field, she had the bottle clenched tightly in her hand and she thought it was a clue as to where she might’ve come from so she kept it with her!!)

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Mr. Frosty

Debut: Kirby’s Adventure

Happy Funny Walrus Friday! Here is this week’s Funny Walrus, my personal favorite of all the Funny Walruses we have covered and will ever cover here on funnywalrusesposting.tumblr.com! Mr. Frosty is an ultimate classic funny walrus, one dear to me for most of my life now, and he does it all with a complete lack of tusks. This is just a testament to his potency!

Mr. Frosty has been a mid-boss since nearly the very beginning, and of course he always brings with him frosty abilities! If a Kirby game has mid-bosses, Mr. Frosty is nearly ALWAYS there! And if Mr. Frosty is there, he WILL flaunt his buttocks.

Mr. Frosty’s big blue butt is an integral aspect of his character! He is evidently SO proud of it! In later appearances, this blue section would be depicted as a patch sewn onto his pants, but in earlier ones, it’s unclear if that was the case, or if both buttocks are always just hanging out. They sure are shiny!

He shows off his considerable rear shelf when readying an ice cube to throw, so it seems like he’s not INTENTIONALLY showing off his rear, right? Just leaning over and they happen to be there?

Well, in his first 3D appearance, Mr. Frosty outright slaps that thing any chance he get! No accident here! He’s a cheeky guy and there’s no denying it any longer!

Ok, I’m done talking about this pinniped posterior now. Sorry. There’s just so much material. Look at this hat from Battle Royale! Now Kirby can dress as the funny man himself! Shall we get another angle?

Ok NOW I’m done I swear!!!

Very sadly, we have never been able to play as Mr. Frosty... this early image from the cancelled Kirby’s Air Ride may indicate he could have been playable there, but we may never know for sure! But then...

Kirby Star Allies, the game where nearly any ability-yielding enemy can be befriended and playable, including mid-bosses, depicting Mr. Frosty as 100% friendable! Could it be...?

It can’t be. That’s not him. I love Chilly! I love him a lot! But we have been able to play as him before, and he is not Mr. Frosty. Mr. Frosty is the ONLY mid-boss in the game who is not playable, and remains unplayable to this very day. But, at least we got the next best thing...

Behold! An extremely wonderful image! In Forgotten Land, Mr. Frosty joins the Beast Pack, becoming Wild Frosty! Nothing seems to change about his personality, since he acts the same and is said to still be jolly and beloved by all is coworkers. But look at his new ice tusks! He’s So Cool. And look in the bottom left! The new Frosty Ice ability is basically a Mr. Frosty ability! A very cute knitted hat in his likeness, and the ability to create absolutely precious snowruses! The description even states that Mr. Frosty must be so proud of these snowruses, so I guess using this ability makes you like his apprentice! I love to put the snowruses in funny situations.

Name: Mr. Flosty

Debut: Kirby and the Amazing Mirror

Sadly, Amazing Mirror had a glaring lack of Frosty, but at least they made up for it with something almost as good- Mr. Flosty! Obviously, this is Mr. Frosty’s Mirror World counterpart, who is all about dental hygiene!

Name: Mr. Floaty

Debut: Super Kirby Clash

Wouldn’t you know it, Mr. Frosty is not the only funny walrus around! (not that there are unfunny walruses) Mr. Floaty is here to have some summer fun! Please direct him to the nearest pool! He is really just a water variant of Mr. Frosty, but he IS a distinct character, and I love him!

While we never get much insight into Mr. Frosty’s actual character, something always important to note with Kirby characters is the distinction of gameplay and story, mainly in regard to the roles of enemy characters. He may be a mid-boss, but I really don’t think Mr. Frosty is a Bad Guy. From the description of Wild Frosty, he in fact seems to be very friendly and nice! That’s exactly how he should be. Ideally, though, I think he should also be an ice cream vendor. That would suit him perfectly. I think he would love nothing better than scooping up smiles!

Finally, Mr. Frosty is real now! Thank goodness. And yes, yes, you don’t need to ask!

It is accounted for!

[thebloodmoon-chaos-house]

And for today’s shenanigans, a funny magic-less event, the Bloodmoons switch clothes!

Hunter’s Bloodmoon Crescent Celestial wearing Retired’s clothes! They were very hesitant in letting him borrow their stuff, but relented for once, Hunter had been begging them to let him wear their jacket since they’d first known him. He swore he’d take the utmost care of their stuff and would guard it with his life, those proclamations having seemingly eased their worries a bit.

The jacket is as comfortable as he expected, soft interior and cool looking exterior with all the neat stitching patterns and different fabrics. Both the jacket and shorts are full of pockets containing many different weapons Retired accidentally forgot to take out. The fingerless gloves add some style Hunter likes very much. He absolutely loves these clothes 100/10

Ruby and Vermillion Crescent in Fantasy’s clothes! It was the fluff that made them ask the Fantasy twins if they could wear their stuff, it just looked very fluffy. Fantasy didn’t really mind sharing their stuff with the kid, seeing how utterly enchanted they were with the cloak and all. Ruby and Vermillion thanked them thoroughly, even making them a drawing as a gesture of appreciation.

The cloak is very fluffy indeed. Extremely fluffy. They cannot see anything other than fluff but they don’t mind. They do mind the cape and non-fluffy parts of the cloak though, they are made of a heavier material than they were expecting. Combine that with the gloves and they’re basically having a reaction similar to a kitten with boots on its paws. But the fluff makes up for it. 10/10

Bloody and Harvest in Horror’s clothes! They were very uncomfortable at the notion of the whole event, but managed to get talked into participating anyways, so now they needed someone to swap clothes with. Catching onto their distress, Horror offered to give them some of theirs, it wouldn’t be a perfect fit, but it wouldn’t be the damn rags all other Second Bloodmoons wore.

They like the hoodie, it has a simple and neat pattern and is rather comfortable to wear. The hat is cool too, they had never worn one like this one, they’ve found themselves fidgeting with the bell a couple times already. The shorts… The sock and shoe combo looked great and went well with the hoodie. Not a particularly bad set of clothes, just not something they’d wear on the usual, 7/10

Cardinal and Alizarin Crescent Celestial in Separated and Swap’s clothes! The acting twins were some of the first to suggest this whole event to begin with, they like trying on different clothes after all, and most Bloodmoon’s are around the same height so it made sense for them all to swap clothes! The younger Separated Twin was fully on board, damn near immediately offering to switch with either of the actresses. Swap wasn’t really keen on switching clothes, but having nothing better to do she decided to switch clothes as well.

Cardenal got Harvest’s clothes while Alizarin got Scythe’s. The tank top and skirt are a bit tight on her, but the rest of the outfit fits rather well. The hat is very soft and warm, the sleeves are very cool, and the cape is surprisingly comfortable, Carden might try and recreate something similar once they go back home. A great most of the outfit fits Liz very well, probably due to being a similar bot type as the clothe’s owner. The skirt feels great, the leg warmers do their job very well, the cloak is perfect to twirl around and look dramatic in, the shirt could be better but overall this outfit fits her like a charm. 10/10

The Quartet in Amnesiac’s clothes! Having switched their clothes for Fantasy’s, Amnesiac had to offer their own to someone else, Ocean volunteered eagerly, wanting in on the fun. The red twins had to make the Quartet swear to not get their clothes dirty however. The Quartet agreed reluctantly.

The clothes are a lot softer than they were expecting, very smooth and perfectly warm, the hoodie is perfect to curl on and take a nap in. The cape is very flowy, something they appreciate a lot in all clothes. There is a small problem of the clothes being big on them. Even if they were at a healthy human weight though, they’d still be baggy, not like the Quartet cares, the texture and warmness is enough to keep them content. 10/10

Harvest’s Bloodmoon Crescent Celestial in Magic’s clothes! No one in the house but Magic —and maybe the Overlords— can match Harvest’s level of rizz. Seeing this silly event playing out, the magical one couldn’t help but offer her clothes to Harvest, but not just any of their usual clothes, no, her magical girl outfit.

Harvest absolutely slays in this— she slays in anything, really. The hat is fun to jingle, with all three tips it has. The skirt is very flowy and goes spin, and the bow is very cool and also fun to play with. The high heels she actually has a problem with, she kinda can’t really walk on them very well, but the heels paired with fishnets look so cool together! And the patterns on the clothes are very neat, if asymmetrical. 12/10, would wear again.

[minniethemoocherda]

Sins of the Past: Family Reunion

Summery:  A collection of drabbles set in my modern au where the Bad Batch raise Omega after rescuing her from the abusive hands of their mother. In this chapter, Omega gets a surprise guest at her soccer tournament.  

A/N: Oh wow last weeks episodes?!!?? I hope they reunite with Echo soon! And guess who is finally back on their old posting schedule haha! Xxxxxxxx

Ao3

Omega hunched over her knees, struggling to catch her breath. She glanced up at the board at the end of the pitch which told her that there was only two minutes left in the game.

It was currently three all. Omega had scored two of the goals for her team so far with Numa having scored the third. If they scored one more, not only would they win the match, but it would mean that their elementary got to the chance to complete in the state soccer championships.

Omega took a quick peak up at the stands as the ball was kicked out of play.

In the front row sat the bad batch, each wearing a t-shirt with a letter from her name on it, even though Wrecker had gone to the restroom at some point so now they spelled OMGAE instead. Her eyes still rung from their cheers when she had scored.

The rest of her half- brothers and their partners were there too. Bly and Aayla had brought along pom poms in Numa's favourite colour teal. Dogma helped to hold up a sign for Katooni with Hondo who had recently been indoctrinated into the rest of the Fett family. Omega had missed that exact moment so she wasn't exactly sure what had happened but apparently it had started off a bit awkwardly as it turned out Rex had once had Hondo arrested. She was glad everyone seemed to be getting along now.

Mrs Organa blew the whistle as Kanan kicked the ball from the other side of the pitch in his position ad goalkeeper.

It soared across the field, landing besides  Omega's feet. She pushed the ball further up the pitch, darting from side to side to escape the other side's attacks.

Suddenly she found herself in the box, not more than a metre from the goal. Unfortunately there were three defenders blacking the path in front of her.

They were playing against a other elementary school so logically she knew that these other kids shouldn't have been older than her. But with their burly builds and tall statues, Omega wouldn't have been surprised if they it turned out that these kids were actually at least thirteen.

She could see the goal between their mass of bodies. Scoring a goal from her position wouldn't just be hard it would near impossible. Still she had to try. Plus if she scored a hat-trick, then she would basically be guaranteed that she would win man of the match.

Then out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a flash of distinctive green hair. Her feet moving before she'd even properly thought about it, Omega had kicked the ball to her right, landing perfectly in front of Hera.

Hera gave a quick nod of thanks before slamming the tip of her foot onto the ball. With the defenders so focused on Omega, they had left their right side wide open, so the ball curved smoothly around them. Their goalie made a mad dive, but the ball sailed past him into the net just as Mrs Omega blew the last whistle.

Omega could barley hear her own screams of joy as the screams of her brothers as they raced onto the pitch.

Wrecker lifted her high above his head so that she floated at top a sea of brothers both half and full all cheering her name.

"Congratulations!" Hunter shouted.

"But I didn't score the final goal!" She shouted back.

Wrecker finally let her down, giving Numa and Hera the opportunity to sit on each of his shoulders much to their delight.

Omega weaved through the sea of people to Hunter, who pulled her into a hug.

"Doesn't matter. There wouldn't have been a final goal without you."

Omega smiled against his cheek.

"Yeah that was a great game kid!"

Omega startled, recognising that distinctive voice. She pulled away from Hunter's side and turned her head in the voices direction to see Jango standing at the side of the bleachers.

She had told her father about the match but she hadn't expected him to actually show up.

Her half brothers clearly hadn't expected him to show up either, judging by the way that the cheers abruptly cut to silence at the sound of Jango's voice.

Omega was also now just realising that she wasn't sure how much Hunter had told the rest of their brothers about Jango being back.

Her family stood there in stunned silence, staring at the man that none of them had seen in nearly a decade when Dogma spoke up.

"Oh no. You do not get to show up now!" He cried, standing in a protective stance in front of Katooni and Hondo. "Not after I dedicated my entire life trying to be what I thought you wanted so that you would come home! Only to finally reappear when I give in to being myself!"

Out of all her brother's, Dogma was the one Omega had interacted with the least. But even she could tell that this burst of scared anger was out of character.

"Shut up!"

It was then that Dogma, along with the rest of them finally seemed to notice Boba at Jango's side.

"Who the fuck is this?" Asked Dogma, even though the family resemblance was blindingly obvious.

"Hey! Don't talk like that in front of my son!" Jango reprimanded.

Dogma blinked.

"Your son?"

Then Dogma, ex-police officer and stickler for the rules, punched Jango in the face.

Everything descended into chaos.

"Kick his ass honey!" Hondo cheered as Dogma's punch dissolved into a full blown fist fight. Boba, who must have taken offence at someone attacking his Dad, kicked Dogma in the shin. Omega wasn't about to let someone hurt her brother so she kicked him back. In retaliation Boba grabbed her hair and yanked. She screamed as clumps of of blonde curls were ripped from her head. She could hear Hunter shouting at Boba to let go, until Crosshair who had no qualms about fighting a child, shoved him away. Which only made Jango mad for someone hurting his son, so he tried to tackle Crosshair whilst still fighting Dogma. Omega massaged the side of her head as the rest of the batch tried to defend their brother. At the same time Rex grabbed Dogma, ignoring the chants of FIGHT from the triplets. She watched from where she was being held in Echo's tight grip as Cody and Obi-Wan, who had been trying to calm everyone down, until a wild elbow from Jango clipped Cody on the side of the head, so Obi-Wan took the opportunity to remind everyone why he was a black belt and threw his father in law over his shoulder.

"ENOUGH!"

Everyone froze.

Mrs Organa stood by the side of the bleachers armed with the ball in one hand and her whistle in the other. They all knew that she would need neither to defeat them all.

"I don't care what your issues are. But they will be dealt with off the football pitch and away from the children." She ordered.

Omega watched as Jango slowly picked himself up off the ground.

"It's alright, we were just leaving." He said, tugging a protesting Boba towards his motorbike.

"See you around kid." He shouted over his shoulder to Omega before speeding off.

Omega wished she could once again be lost in a sea of people as all her half-brother turned to stare at her.

[idkimdyingitsnotaphase]

SHORT STORY:Winter to nowhere. PART ONE.

(A/N, basically a short story about my characters who are toxic based on something i saw in a newspaper)

The year was 1974. Or well around that time. Robert was trying to start the fire. Frank gave him a meticulously thought out gaze. Robert looked back. Oh, how he wishes he never looked at Frank. Frank was a pain in his ass. A real pin pusher. He picked him out of everyone in the gardens. He had something. This quality. If he hadn't got him then he would wish that fate on some pretty girl. Who knows. "Why are you scrutinizing my movements. What are you a man undone" Robert goes on, throwing his head back. Frank presents him a sneer. He looked at the salvar  dish. He made sure to tap his nimble fingers on it. "You have such a perspicacious , still you wear a mask of thin ruby" He sighed. The corded phone is played with. The fire's embers fling out. Trickles of little heat. Burning bright. The two sit down. "I've never seen you without your hat "Robert states. It was out of blue. He ceased to even consider putting his two sense in. How could he ?Not when his lover his a loon. As if it weren't obvious. He in any event , will call robert preposterous. When it's of convenience. Which some how lands it as being a inconvenience as well. Anyways no use snubbing him. Robert will keep going if he doesn't contribute. "the hat was Venerable, no good. Don't you understand. Or do you understand what was in the picture frame by the mountains edge. Well speak up or speak down come on Robert" Frank replied. He scolds Robert as he always does. Robert is puffed out like a bird, whose feathers are ruffled. It's as if he had feathers molding. He was in dudgeon. How dare he! How dare he! He wanted to yowl at him. Take off his skin. That hat , was a hat of superlative impetrative life. It was a token of love .He gave him that hat when they first met. Ah, the gardens. Now a time between lost, and irrelevant. "why would you do that! You are a man with the face of a painted mosaic. How dare you place me out" he cried out. Frank was used to Roberts mellow dramatic temper. He was in the line of fire. Both tough guys , until placed in front of the other. "Well maybe I'm still not over what you did , in the gardens" He replied, throwing it back in his face. Robert bit his tongue , oh how this man made him mad. In Robert's twisted head he had saved frank. He had saved him. Yes! he did . Frank should be thanking him. Why does he need to bring up the worst? After all Robert has given him. "You would have died, without me. They would have done away with you if I didn't do anything. You poor foolish man. Your all but the hearts of your own tear, the tear that has long since burrowed in. The tear which never fell from irons to ashe" He stated, with a sigh. He pushed his hand through Franks hair. Frank brushed himself away. He didn't even want to look in Roberts eyes. Robert was on his last whim. He did have a better life when Robert wasn't around. He knew it. How dare Robert put him into damnation. "I was living perfectly fine, I was a servant for a rich family. They gave me a place to sleep. I had friends there. Friends who had sparkling hopes. What did you do. You transported me away from that . Now my back hurts from the rocking chair you have grown me accustomed to" He shouts. This left Robert speechless. Was Frank truly happier without him. Was he so sure of himself . Robert thought the love grew in the tree. The tree is solid now. Nothing left. Robert didn't know what to do. So he fumbled into a book onto the table. Scanning plentiful contents. Looking at anything but the man he barely knew. Now in front of him. Lack of Enamored retention. He can't live with a man so unsatisfied. It would make him ill. Ill minded. Mingled into the wrong semblance of the outer mind. Ephemeral from the start. "They wanted you gone, they would have used a blade on you or a machine gun if they had the chance. They had knifes everywhere. All over the damn place. You can not be this absurd "He sighed. Frank was starting to get heated. He had no idea what he even was talking about. Robert was out of line.

[amazildoessomethingstupid]

Chapter 83: Small Fry

Oh you were a sneaky bitch for this one Taeshi.  Oh you slippery toad you dirty for this one, hiding one of the most pivotal character moments, and heartfelt scenes in this comic, tucked away in what is on the surface an average run-of-the-mill forgettable nothing chapters, and you hid it pretty well!

Small Fry’s basic premise is that it’s Paulo’s birthday and ya boi is movin’ AND shakin’. He is hyped as hell as he is going to throw his hat in the job market and find what sticks.  The result of which is revealed to us and the rest of the characters by way of…

WAIT HOLY SHIT… TESS?!  WHAT ARE YOU DOIN’ HERE?

Holy hell girl, where ya been?! YO THE OG GOLDEN GIRL IS BACK BABY! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod YES! OH MAN I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH, LOOK GUYS IT’S TESS! WE FINALLY GET TO TALK ABOUT TESS! OH WE GOTTA TALK ABOUT HER RIGHT N-

N-next chapter! Uhhh Next chapter we will talk about Tess of course! I-I would never ever want to draw attention away from bestest girl in the world Rachel! Especially not to talk about Tess of all characters, no-no-no never! I would not dream of putting a whole 2 paragraph aside about how amazing Tess was in this chapter segment specifically reserved for Rachel ha-ha ha… But for real Tess’ appearance isn’t all that important than as she’s mostly pushed aside and used for setting up Paulo’s new job working in fast food which to be fair…

Is fucking great.  God I love this chapter, I love these jokes, and I love the Paulo show so much.  The scenario in general is just perfectly Paulo.  He’s got a simple entry-level job doing dirty work, and while it is hard and stressful he’s happy, he’s proud and making the most of it.  It’s endearing as hell, and highlights one of the key aspects of his character.  But where does Rachel factor in to this?  Well, it turns out Paulo isn’t just set on improving his employment status but also his driving status.  And it just so happens that the only person willing and able to help him out in this endeavor is…

Rachel! Yes, finally indeed we get to gush about the best girl Rachel.  She’s come a long way from her roots as one of the more annoying and one-note characters in BCB.  Similar to Stacy she was initially pigeon-holed into being a stereotypically bitchy popular cheerleader in Volume 1, and it didn’t help her case when all she ever seemed to be used for was bashing on the OG Golden Girl: Tess. Even after discovering that there was good reason for her to be bitchy about Tess, it was hard to get behind Rachel as a character even though Volume 2 tried hard to sell her as a big side-character it was hard to shake that stigma; not helping matters was her involvement in one of the most controversial chapters in Back and Forth which while set up her crush on Paulo that follows through here, really only solidified the notion that she was a dumb silly slut character with a bit of emotional baggage.  It wasn’t until Volume 3 rolled around that we got our first real sympathetic moment with her in Pillow Talk where she became more of a fleshed out and well-rounded character.

Showing that underneath that ditzy slutty stupid veneer was a great big heart of gold, and actually getting to see the pain Tess caused helped pull sympathy towards this character that a lot of people (myself included) overlooked. She revealed herself to be a character that exuded a lot of heart, and in her own way… maturity. And for every bit of praise I lump onto the Paulo Show, every single part of it is owed to the handling of this one fantastic character.  I didn’t mention it, but the one shining moment in Volume 4 that I honestly can not knock too hard on was Chapter 77 Study Buddy, which set the stage for Rachel to come in as Paulo’s new girlfriend.  In a time in the comic where we weren’t sure what was going to happen, with Lucy being lost and Paulo being a wreck, Rachel stepped in and seamlessly put the comic on her back by being the emotional rock this comic needed.  When everything was falling apart, and all hope was lost, she was the one person to look at these sad sap cats and say,

It'll be okay. And a cynical part of me at the time couldn’t enjoy it for a reason I’ve talked about before in Witch Hunt in reference to Jordan… The more a character is put into the foreground, the more likely it is that they’re going to get hurt.  Rachel could’ve lived happily as a side-character legend among the greats like McCain, and Tess, but what she was doing in getting a relationship with Paulo was putting herself directly in the crosshairs of drama to come in and destroy her, to join the line of bodies that thought they could fix him. Tess tried it and she failed despite being one of the strongest characters in the comic, Jasmine tried but she was too weak of a character and couldn’t elevate herself beyond being a narrative cockwarmer to substitute for Tess.  And while Rachel had all that strong character development, sympathy and relatability, who was to say that the same fate wouldn’t befall her too? It almost seemed inevitable that her relationship with Paulo would end badly, and that she was going to be burned as well so why should we put any emotional investment into this relationship? Why would we ever think that this time it would be different? Well… Because Rachel isn’t like Jasmine, and I’d be damned if I said she was like Tess. The problem with Tess was that she loved Paulo, but she wanted him to change who he was and grow up when he wasn’t ready for that.  Paulo loved Jasmine, but despite him trying to be understanding, changing his behavior, and trying his hardest to be good enough, she just wasn’t ready for the serious relationship she thought she wanted.  Rachel on the other hand… Never asked him to change.  She accepted and loved him for who he was, she knew exactly what he needed.  He didn’t need someone to tell him to change his ways, he didn’t need to bend over backwards to please the person he loved.  All he needed was someone to be there for him, an emotional rock to support him and remind him that he’s worth it.  But what set her apart from all those that came before her. More than her fantastic appearance in Study Buddy… was this scene. Where Rachel teaches Paulo to drive at a drive-in theater, and reality comes bearing down.

In a moment of vulnerability, the weight of Paulo’s feelings come down on him as he recognizes how unfair his relationship with Rachel is.  He realizes that he still loves Lucy and dating Rachel even unofficially is only going to end in pain.  But the thing is…

Rachel understands.  She understood that long before Paulo did.  But it didn’t matter.  She didn’t even mean for their relationship to get serious, she just wanted to help him.  This one moment is what set her apart from every other character in this comic.  She knew she was diving on top of a ticking time bomb.  She knew this relationship wasn’t going to last.  But she didn’t care.  All she ever wanted to do was be there for Paulo.  To help him through the worst period of his life, and show him that he was good enough just the way he was.  She served as a beacon of stability when emotions were high, and everything seemed so chaotic.  This one character rode the ship, and if it wasn’t for her influence in jumping on the grenade and being in a relationship with Paulo… There was no way these chapters would be half as good as they are.  She steered him right, by letting him steer on his own.  She helped rebuild his confidence, after Lucy’s suicide attempt shattered him. If it wasn’t for Rachel, Paulo would’ve been lost.  Probably falling into the extreme of leaning more into his faux playboy persona to fuck the pain away, or resigning to the depression and becoming… well… Mike.  But this one character.  This one moment.  This one relationship.  Saved us all.  Take Heart made me cheer again for BCB.  Local Area made me laugh with BCB… But Small Fry… Rachel… made me care again.  In her, I too felt that it was okay.  That while it may not be safe, I was willing to strap back in. Ignore the bomb under my seat.  And just… Enjoy the ride.

10/10

Thank you for your service, Slut Pup.

[salstray]

OKAY i wasn’t going to share thsi but you can thank Cap up above there for putting some pressure on me and getting me to share this.

I don’t have a lot for Kitten, but she’s a 141 OC/self insert cause I’m cringe but I’m free~

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    “Ghost… Soap… this is Kitten,” I wheezed, one hand pressed to my radio, the other trying to keep the blood from leaking out of my multiple stab wounds. “I’m hit… third floor of the school building… got stabbed…” 

    I took a shaking breath, my head falling back against the window behind me. Most of it was shattered, thanks to the elbow I’d accidentally put through it when my attacker had lunged at me. He was dead now. Laying across the room, a shiney new hole spilling his own warm blood onto the dusty tiles. 

    He’d gotten me fucking good though. Three quick plunges of the blade before I’d managed to lift my leg and kick him in the chest. Just far enough to shoot him, then slump against the wall, weakly calling for the others… who had yet to respond.

    “This is Kitten, does anyone copy?” I asked, trying my best not to cringe at my stupid fucking call sign. It had haunted me since basic training. Tiny yet feisty, they’d all said, giggling at my burning rage when it had been revealed to me. 

    Bastards.

    “Guys?” I called, both my hands starting to shake at the answering silence. “Guys… c’mon… jokes over, I need some help over here…” 

    Nothing.

    Fuck, had they finally snapped? I knew I was annoying, but I’d figured it was part of my charm! The teasing, the jokes, the little jabs. Sure, I’d hide their hats and stuff sometimes, but I’d always get a playful roll of the eyes and a chuckle afterwards. At least from most of them… maybe I did lay it on a little thick with Soap and Ghost, though…

    That shouldn’t be enough to just… leave me for dead though, right? 

    I tried again, the action of pressing down the button to broadcast my voice noticeably harder. My other hand pushed against my gut. The blood was turning cold against my fingers. 

    “Promise I’ll… stop… hiding your stuff… if you… don’t let me… die…,” I muttered. God, when did breathing get so difficult? Was my radio dead or something? The knife hadn’t gotten anywhere near the wires that connected everything together, so why the fuck weren’t they answering? “...please?” I added pathetically. 

    Were they dead? Fuck, I hoped not. I may act like a fucking gremlin, but that was just my way of showing I cared. Did they just not see that? 

    Were they really… gonna just leave me? 

    I let my hand drop from the button. My head leaned back against the window and I tilted it as far as I could, staring up through the broken glass to see that it perfectly framed the full moon. The face of it looked down at me impassively, her eyes cold and distant, her cheeks framed by a nest of stars.

    “...you just… gonna leave me… too?” I mumbled, huffing out a pained laugh as I blinked sluggishly. “...guess… that’s it then… end of the… of the line, huh?” My eyes fluttered shut and it took every ounce of effort I could muster to open them again. The hand that was pushing against my belly fell limply into my lap as the warmth slid from my body. A new stain on the floor. Another skeleton in the closet…

    “...oh well…” 

    My eyes closed again. I let out a deep breath.

    When they opened, things were bright. Aggressively so.

    Feeling slowly slipped back into my limbs and I realized I was no longer on that dingy floor in that crumbling building. I was on my back. In a hospital bed. Hooked into fuck knows how many machines. 

    Loud ass lights buzzed above me, glaring down at me harshly. I blinked a few times, groaning as the pain hit me again. 

    Right, I was stabbed and left for dead… hope those other fuckers are okay, even though they didn’t fucking answer me.

    It started as anger, but the feeling very quickly faded into something worse. Something colder and deeper. I sighed heavily, rolling my head to the side, finding windows to my right where there was a door to my left. 

    The moon was low on the horizon and I could tell I was a few floors up by the way it sat above the trees and was somehow still eye level with me. It wasn’t full anymore. Now it was only half facing the earth, meaning I’d been out for a few days, at the very least. With another sigh and some sluggish fumbling, I found the button to call in the nurse and the chaos began. 

    More days passed. I was asked a shit ton of questions. Given some meds. Put through some tests. It was after I’d tried to walk for the first time that I got my first visitor. God ol’ Field Dad Himself.

    “Captain,” I said softly, turning to look at him as he stepped through the door. He was dressed for a formal dinner, tactical vest, bucket hat, and dusty boots as usual. And he smiled at me as he slipped inside and shut the door behind him. 

    “Rose.” Silently I thanked both God and Jesus that he didn’t use my field name. “How’re you feeling?” 

    “Like a retired pin cushion.” He allowed me a pity chuckle. I was grateful for it. None of the nurses seemed to like my jokes and the doctor was all business. 

    “Not surprised. Ghost said he found you in quite the state.” 

    I was quiet for a moment. 

    “Ghost found me?” 

    Price grunted. “Your radio was busted. He and Soap could hear you, but said you couldn’t hear them.” All his humor evaporated. “You thought they were going to leave you.” 

    Fuck.

    Immediately, I opened my mouth to speak. To say… something. To either defend myself, correct him, defend the guys-

    …but I had nothing. So I just pressed my lips together and looked away, trying not to make it too obvious that I was blinking back tears. If Price caught on, he didn’t comment about it. 

    “Why?”

    I glanced over to him, brow furrowing.

    “Why what?”

    “Why’d you think they’d leave you?” 

    “...I… I don’t know…” I looked away from him again, turning to glance out the window at the slowly setting sun. “It was just… just an old mindset… rearing its ugly head again…”

    “Should I line you up for a psych eval, then?”

    I scoffed, grinning slightly. “Fucking… maybe…” My head turned back to him and I blatantly looked him up and down. He hadn’t even bothered to shed his gear before he came to find me, meaning he was either about to ship out on a mission or he had just gotten back from one. Knowing Price, he wouldn't have waited when he found out I was awake. “The others just get back too?”

    “Yup. Made them go cool off, though.” Fuck, where they mad at me? “Wanted to talk to you myself first.” 

    “...are they mad?”

    “Hurt. Not mad… Soap is, anyway… can’t say the same for Simon.” 

    “Hell…,” I grumbled, making him smile down at me. 

    “Rest up, Rose,” he muttered, reaching forward to pat my leg. “They’ll be in soon.” 

    I had more anxiety over that than over a man coming at me with a knife.

    Sure enough, about an hour later, Soap sauntered into the room. Looking fresh, dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans. He didn’t say anything at first. Just came up to the foot of my bed and stood there, arms crossed, eyes sharp. 

    I didn’t like it. 

    He wasn’t supposed to be the serious one.

    “Hey Soapy,” I said carefully. 

    He cracked, a smile tugging at his lips as he sighed and shook his head. 

    “Gonna blame it on the blood loss, Kitten?” He asked. I’d let him get away with the call sign for now.

    “I was actually gonna surprise you guys and just go with ‘take the blame’, but I feel that idea is more on brand.” Soap chuckled, letting his arms fall to his sides as he looked down at me. 

    “Doin’ okay, then?”

    “As okay as I can be with three extra holes… doctors won’t even let me out to have a fun friday night with them either.” He shook his head again, clearly fighting back a full on laugh as he reached up to run a hand across his mohawk… so I took a deep breath and spoke again. “Listen… I’m sorry… really, I… I don’t know why I thought…

    “Kitten.” I resisted the urge to glare at him. “Don’t worry about it. Honestly, it probably was blood loss. That and not being able to hear us… calling out and thinking you were being ignored…” All the humor was gone from our conversation. He was looking at me like he had been before, his smile nowhere to be found. “I don’t like it… but I don’t blame you.” 

    “You should,” I said flatly. He blinked. His brow furrowed. “It was a dick move to immediately jump to that conclusion. Sure, I could blame it on the stab wounds, the blood loss, but in the end, that was on me and I shouldn’t have figured you and Ghost wouldn’t do that. You’re good teammates. I should have guessed it was the radio first and you being sick of my shit second.” 

    That got a bit of a smile out of him again, but it was fleeting. Only there for a moment. And, once the moment passed, the silence after my statement was shattered by a different voice. A deeper, angrier voice.

    “Damn right, you should have.” 

    I was surprised I didn’t break my neck with the speed I used to look at him. Ghost was standing in the doorway, nothing more than a dark shadow, his face tucked safely behind his mask and a hood pulled up over his head.

    He was glaring at me, which wasn’t any sort of shock to me or Soap. 

    We shared a look and, to my horror, Soap drifted over towards the door. He put a hand on Ghost’s shoulder, patting it a few times, before he stepped out of the room and Ghost stepped in. He closed the door behind him and I laid in bed, fingers woven together on my chest, knuckles white as I stared up at him.

    He stepped closer. Up to the side of my bed where he loomed over me. 

    I just watched him. Terrified of the immediate future. 

    “You really thought we’d leave you to die, Kitten?” If it was any other day, I’d have snapped at him. Instead I stayed quiet. Apparently that was the wrong move. “Answer me.” 

    “I… a-at the time, I-” 

    “Yes or no. Nothing else.” 

    “...yes.” 

    His eyes narrowed. I didn’t like the fucking answer either, but I wasn’t about to lie to him! In that moment, when I was cold and alone, bleeding like a stuck pig, yes I thought they were just gonna leave me there. My slow, bloodless brain thought that they’d had enough and that I wasn’t important enough to come back for. Hell, I had to take twenty minutes every single fucking morning to convince myself that Price hadn’t made a mistake by bringing me onto the fucking task force!

    Not that Ghost knew any of this. Not that any of them knew that. I kept my anxieties to my fucking self. That wasn’t anyone’s problem but my own. 

   “You really think so little of us?”

    I blinked, my eyes widening. “What!? No, I-” 

    “Then why the fuck did you think we’d just ignore you?” 

    Hell’s fucking bells-

    “That wasn’t against you or Soap, it was against me.” He didn’t react. “It wasn’t that I thought you two would just leave me willy nilly! It was the fact that I figured you’d gotten so tired of me and all my bullshit that you’d finally realized that it would be better for everyone if I was just fucking dead!” 

    A few seconds of silence. 

    He shook his head. “You need a bloody psych eval,” he grumbled, suddenly turning on his heel and slamming the door as he left the room.

    “Yeah, you’re not the first to say that,” I muttered, falling back onto the thin pillow behind me. 

Do you guys have cod ocs ? Be it art or writing or whatever im so curious i wanna see some oc lore

Drop them if you feel like sharing plz 👇👇

[mymarifae]

my favorite headcanon is that akito is a very physically affectionate guy. it's just second nature to him! but he also likes maintaining that sort of Tough Guy persona so if anyone ever points out his cuddly habits he gets really really really really really embarrassed. and denies it

but like. he's a hugger! hugs are hellos and goodbyes to him. he likes throwing an arm around a friend's shoulders while they walk together. he's the type to grab someone's hand to lead them somewhere and then just not let go. and he has a tendency to lean on people. like toya will just be standing there and then suddenly he'll have to support half of akito's weight because he came up behind him and pressed himself against his back and has his chin on his shoulder now

he also tends to gravitate towards kohane and start fussing with her hair because her pigtails get messy!! lots of fly aways and hat hair! vbs will be in the middle of planning a show and akito will just have kohane half pulled into his lap so he can fix her hair. he's not paying attention <3

and if someone sits next to him for a prolonged period of time he Will end up either draping his legs across their lap or he'll lay down and rest his head on their lap and maybe even fall asleep. for the latter though he has to be really comfortable with the person, so he usually only does it with vbs (kohane and toya end up with lap-napping-akitos more often than an does, but it's happened and will happen again in the future) And mizuki

akito is always the little spoon. 100%. this is a guy who likes to be held. he usually has a hard time falling asleep but if someone holds him or ^ again if he's laying on their lap and they play with his hair a little he's out like a light.

when toya first started sleeping over at the shinonomes' house he and akito would fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed, but he would wake up to akito curled up by his side and/or clinging to one of his arms. he didn't mind, but the first 2 times akito woke up and found himself so close to toya he freaked out and fell out of the bed. after the second time and learning that toya really didn't mind, akito relaxed and also started being more freely affectionate with him in general.

sleepytime cuddles are not a toya-exclusive thing. more than once during vbs sleepovers at an's place (i imagine they all drag out a few futons and pile them with blankets and pass out sprawled all over each other) he's ended up tucked in kohane's arms. this one is funny because kohane is tiny but in his sleep akito will curl up so he fits perfectly in her arms

on the other hand an is a VERY messy sleeper but he'll curl up as best as he can. one time he woke up like folded over her stomach because of how she flopped around during the night

he's affectionate with ena too!!!! when he was little he clung to her and until he got taller, ena would carry him around. like a lot. he was all about being carried. nowadays since things are awkward and difficult (but getting better!!) it manifests more as akito letting ena take him by the arm and (literally) drag him wherever. they're getting back into the habit of hugs, and akito will lean down to let ena kiss his forehead if she wants

and speaking of siblings: akito is soooo playful and affectionate with rin and len. when he visits the sekai they both tackle hug him and he'll laugh and hug them and swing them around and give them noogies and mess up their hair.. he lets them use him as their personal jungle gym basically. if rin decides she wants to hang off his arm and len decides to climb up onto his back in the middle of practicing who is he to stop either of them

and he'll be affectionate even with people he doesn't know very well. like when vbs was helping kohane, nene, ichika, and minori practice for that fan festival minori did something really well and he tousled her hair as a little "good job!" gesture and she still hasn't emotionally recovered

he's a sweetie. he has a lot of love in his heart and he can't keep it all in and so he's really really really affectionate!!!! but again if you point it out he'll get so flustered he won't be able to form a coherent sentence for 5-10 minutes.

in conclusion: the world's number one goofball ⬇️⬇️