#but he's the type that doesn't mind sharing if it's presented to him nicely

[multishipper-baby]

The funny thing about my Eakowededdy OT4 is that I actually headcanon three fourths of the ship to be pretty jealous lol.

Freddy's comes mostly from anxiety and feeling like he's not good enough- that if his partner likes someone else, then it's probably because he's a bad boyfriend that can't make them happy on his own and they're planning on leaving him.

Fred's comes from isolation: a lifetime of living in hiding, with only two people who knew of his existence, makes it really hard for him not to get very attached to the few people who do acknowledge him- and thus, he doesn't take well to the idea that they might not love him as much in return.

And Owynn... I mean, look at him. It's pretty self explanatory.

[osleeplessflowero]

it's currently my birthday so here's some headcanons as to how i think skeletons would act/what they would do on YOUR birthday! (featuring a TON of au characters! :D)

Sans

Might be the one to push your face into your cake. It's a gamble with him. If it's not that, he'll definitely prank you somehow during the day (something lighthearted and fun, of course.) He wants to make sure you have a blast. I could see him getting you something funny, like a shirt with a funny phrase on it you could wear over and over.

Papyrus

He'd be the type to set up the party games, especially something like a Pinata to hit! He might hit it a liiiiittle too hard..but it's okay. Just means you get candy faster! He'd want to make your day something super fun to remember. He's dead set on changing things up each year to make each day memorable.

Red

WILL push your face into your cake, no questions asked. Provided you blew out your candles first (if you have any). He'd definitely want to take you somewhere fun for your birthday, messing with you from time to time to get a laugh. Definitely would want to get you something you could use a lot, or something you've mentioned wanting before. He keeps tabs on these things!

Edge

If he likes you a lot, he'll get you something really nice and insist you keep it taken care of, letting you know he cares in his own ways. Although he might not be as energetic as his brother might be on your special day, he still stays close by and ensures you're having plenty of fun. He's also one of the more rational members of the skeleton group, keeping the others in line so nothing goes wrong.

Blue

INSISTS on being the person to wake you up. He wants to be the first person to tell you but deep down he knows someone else beat him to it during the night, but that won't stop him from enthusiastically singing the Happy Birthday song anyway! He's probably the one to prepare you for an exciting day of fun, planned out with your best interests in mind. (His brother helped out of course by slapping some fun stickers on the schedule.) He might be one of the first people to give you his presents, letting you open it earlier in the day with him present.

Stretch & Rus

These two pretty much share a braincell, so naturally they'd race to be the first to send birthday wishes right at midnight. Funnily enough there's never an exact victor, they always send their messages at the exact same time. During the daylight hours, they stick together to cause plenty of chaos to get smiles and laughter out of you. They might pull a few pranks to tease you, but nothing too far of course. Rus would make some really cool art as a gift for you, anything you could possibly want him to draw or paint. As for Stretch, he'd work with Blue to get something you'd be able to have plenty of fun with (and of course, to use together).

Black

Oh does this man SPOIL you. He'll take you anywhere you want to go, no matter the cost, ensuring you he'll handle everything for your special day. You name anything, he'll get it for you right away. Also one of the men in charge of keeping the others in line so nothing goes too crazy. At least, until alcohol's brought out..then he leaves it up to Edge. ;)

Mars & Jupiter

The Horror bros are a bit less energetic when it comes to your birthday, opting to do something more personal for you. They'd give you their gifts alone so only they get to see your reactions. Jupiter would probably be the one to bake your cake in the first place, shooing everyone else out of the kitchen so he can perfect it. (Soo much spoon smacking..) They'd definitely steal you away a few times during the day to have some relaxing time together. Mars doesn't really like crowds..but he'd be willing to stay in a room with everyone for you.

[Berry is on his best behavior..just for today.]

Stepping out of the Neighborhood AU and into the Multiverse...

Dream, Ink, and Blue(again)!

Dream is SUPER excited for your birthday! He made sure to figure out all your favorite things so there's plenty of joy and positivity. Ink made sure to set up a really nice area for the three of you to celebrate, and maaaaybe set up some sort of water/paint balloon fights for some fun. Blue is in charge of activities and making sure Ink's chaos doesn't get too out of hand!

The Bad Sanses

Killer makes sure to be the first one to wake you up, singing the happy birthday song enthusiastically to embarrass you. Dust and Horror will be a bit more calm than he is, messing up your hair and giving you little affectionate/friendly gestures. Nightmare sets up a grand party for you, decorating the castle to the very best of his ability. He'll do his best to make things absolutely perfect for one of his favorite group members (don't tell the others, especially not Killer!). They all made sure to pitch in and get you some things that you'd thoroughly enjoy (just don't ask WHERE they got them from, okay?)

Error

He might have kidnapped you. But you're usually cool with it so it's okay. He's not particularly crazy about the idea of a big extravagant birthday party, so he sets up a day where you can spend time together watching your favorite shows in the Anti Void. As for his gift? Well, I could see him making some little puppets for you to have, maybe one of himself so when you hug it you'll think about him. (And since he's still adapting to physical touch himself.)

Cross

Cross wants to spend as much time with you as he can on your birthday. He's not one for big, extravagant things, but he would do something personal and sweet for you to make you happy, just content to spend time making you feel special. He might take you stargazing or something similar, a fun thing for both of you to do.

Bonus!

Fresh! (i will write about him at least once i swear. platonic fresh enjoyers this is for you)

You already KNOW Fresh is on top of things when it comes to his best bud's birthday! He'd definitely bring you somewhere where you both would have plenty of room to mess around and cause some chaos. No where is safe! I could see him dragging you to something like a skate park or to go spray paint some stuff. Or maybe to go see a movie together you can both laugh at. If he can't hang out with you alone, he'll show up at the Star Sanses' party to surprise you there.

[simpjaes]

Mlt to finger you

MTL: hyung line + fingering

most

☆ heeseung: loves sliding his fingers in the second things get handsy, especially if he's never fucked you before. why? well for one, he wants to test that grip with a single digit. Secondly, he wants to see just how many of his fingers you can take, stretching you out nice and good so when you finally see him pull his rather large cock out, you'll know that you could've taken his fingers for hours and still never have been prepped enough to take that monster.

★ jay: fingers you every single time before pushing forward because he loves the feeling of your legs squeezing around his wrist, and loves even move when he gets to hold you down and fuck his fingers in harder when you get sensitive. he definitely wants you to cum at least once before things go further, because he loves fucking you out. I answered a hard thot earlier about him being obsessed with girls who can squirt for him. that plays into this as well. he's doing everything he can to get inside of you, always starting with his fingers and always finding that g-spot.

☆ sunghoon: it's not that he doesn't love fingering, it's just that sometimes you're needy and like to sit directly on his cock and who is he to argue? most of the fingering from him would come from lazy mornings where he throws his arm around you after a good night of sleep, rubbing your clit until you wake up, sliding his fingers in with a lil "good morning, sweetheart." i guess for sunghoon it would be more of a present, gift, or intimate shared moment than an indication that he's going to fuck the light out of your eyes.

★ jake: fingers you for three seconds because that's about how long it takes for him to lose his mind over feeling how wet you are. he is really the type who needs to give his cock attention, and only when it's being played with or enveloped by wet, clenching walls, can he focus enough to rub your clit and make you feel just as desperate as he does. I really don't think foreplay would last long with him if he's touching you. His foreplay is looking at you all day before finally getting you behind a locked door. like he's ready to fucking bust, fuck all that playful shit he needs to get his dick wet now.

least

[caitchercatlady]

How the TWST Boys Spend Valentine's Day w/You!

The Third Years

Trey Clover

This should be a day in which Trey gets a thank you break for all he has done for you and the rest of Heartslabyul. There is supposed to be a wonderful bakery in Foothill Town, and though it's not a complete break away from sweets, at least Trey doesn't have to bake. The both of you share a chocolate cake, which will lead to some staining of the face. Trey offers to clean the chocolate off you...the same way you two cleaned the plate.

Cater Diamond

Has a little bit of social media envy around this time of the year. He already planned on giving you little gifts anyway, but it would be nice to record the whole thing, too. All of your delightful reactions will be posted online for everyone to see, comment, and heart on Cater's MagiCam page. Cater may not be the mushy type, but you're gonna change that when you surprise him with a cheek kiss on live.

Leona Kingscholar

Doesn't believe he has time for holiday of love cheer. He's about to learn that you do. You don't have to do anything too active. Just spending time under the NRC garden trees is enough. Leona lets you play with his hair as long as you don't make it all messy. Oh, you move his hair just enough that it still remains perfectly...unkempt as it usually is. Then, his forehead is shown just enough for some cheeky, soft, and cute peaks.

Vil Schoenheit

Not the one to disappoint his date on the Day of Romance. He shall take you to the finest place in Foothill Town for dinner and he shall gift you the finest present he can think of to make you smile. All of this to show you how much he cares for you. Then, as you take a fine walk along the pier, gazing up at the brightest of stars, the two of you will share a lovely kiss of romance.

Rook Hunt

Knows how to make your perfect Valentine's Day (I mean, are we surprised?) Whatever your favorite things in the world are, he will deliver them. Wherever place you wanna go, he will take you there. Whatever your favorite song is, he will sing it. Your dream place to be kissed, as long as he has your consent, he shall make your dream come true.

Idia Shroud

Not the one to go public on the holiday of love (in which he most likely loathes). He's already been trapped by capitalism. He doesn't need another reason to go deeper. You can tell he's not in the mood to be alone as he asks you join a server and a play a few rounds to distract him from the red and pink heart fodder. All's harmless in an MMO farming game, right? He must've forgot that the game had a kissing feature.

Malleus Draconia

Has been aware of the holiday, but has never gotten to experience it for himself (as he hasn't had many chances to celebrate). He's overheard Lilia gushing over how much of a romantic you are, and Malleus can't ignore that information. But what can he do to express his wishes to be yours for the day...or maybe more after. At night, when you least expect he, he poofs over to Ramshackle, violin in tow. The sweet music captures you immediately. Malleus will float up to your window, prepared to receive your sentiment. A simple, yet thankful kiss on his forehead is enough for Malleus's chest to thump more than his heart could ever muster before.

Lilia Vanrouge

He's been so busy with...other things that Valentine's Day has been one of the holidays that slipped his mind until he arrived at NRC. His last few attempts at getting into the holiday spirit were...attempts. Now that he has you, his platonic cards to his friends and love cards for his family are top notch. How can he ever thank you? A kiss on the hand, perhaps? He was raised in the traditional ways after all.

[stop-talking]

Jhutch Valentines Head-cannons

(What Mike, Futturman, Billy, Derek, and Clapton would get you for Valentines day 🎀) 18+ , written partially with fem reader in mind !

Mike

♡ Prefers a stay-at-home date. He'd get Abby out of the house for the evening for some alone time.

♡ A homemade dinner would be waiting for you on the table, with some flowers he picked somewhere outside in a vase at the center. (He finds flowers at the store to be a little pricey.)

♡ He does, however, splurge on a nice bottle of wine to share over dinner.

♡ After dinner activities include cuddling on the mattress he dragged out in the living room to be in front of the T.V, sharing a pint of ice cream, and watching your favorite movie.

♡ And since you're home alone for once? Maybe something a little less innocent as well, if you're up to it. 💖

Futturman

♡ Definitely buys you one of the Lego flower bouquet sets. His logic? They'll never wilt! (Plus, he'd love to spend time building it with you.)

♡ Hand-writes you a card. He spent hours at the store agonizing over what would be the best choice for you- but eventually decided there was nothing he could buy to accurately express how much he loves you. His card is a little sloppy, and his handwriting isn't great, but the sentiment is beautiful and genuine.

♡ If you're a gamer like he is, he gets you a little something relating to that. Whether it be in-game currency, an expansion pack, or a completely new game to play together. He pays attention and knows what you want most.

♡ Dresses nice and takes you to a decent sit down restaurant. He doesn't stop touching you and complimenting you the whole night, no matter how well he's dressed it can't compare to you.

Billy

♡ low-key forgets Valentines Day is coming up until a few days before, when he notices the gas station is decked out in hearts and flowers.

♡ Wakes you up with a nice breakfast in bed, whispering in your ear about how you aren't gonna lift a finger for anything today.

♡ Simple lunch date after a cozy morning together, and after that he takes you shopping. Its just running errands together, getting groceries and other necessities, but he throws a cute stuffed animal in the cart when you aren't looking.

♡ Ends the day by making sure you know exactly how much he loves you, wants you, needs you. You're up far too late that night for people who have work the next morning. 💞

Derek

♡ At first you think he's forgotten all about you, but around noon he shows up at your door with an obnoxiously large rose bouquet, $100 bills worked into it somehow.

♡ "To get your hair and nails done. For tonight." he explains, insisting you take the money. It's a little over a grand.

♡ He doesn't leave without a kiss, and a promise to send a limo for you later that evening. With Derek, who knows where your date could be at. A restaurant? A concert? A strip club? All feasible options.

♡ Turns out he was feeling a little more sappy than that, and you find yourself at the very establishment you met him at just over a year ago.

♡ After dinner he gives you another present, some extremely revealing lingerie. He has a matching set, of course. They don't stay on for long.

Clapton

♡ Def the type of guy to slide you conversation hearts from across the lunch table. The little chalky candies with stuff like "luv u" and "kiss me" on them. Gets pouty if you don't say it back or actually give him a kiss.

♡ Gives you your favorite candy, along with a CD he burned for you. The playlist is a mix of both his and your favorite songs, most of them love songs.

♡ If you'll let him, he takes you out on a bowling date. Makes you promise if he gets three strikes you'll give him a kiss. (He only gets two and you kiss him anyways.)

♡ Walks you home, holding his skateboard in one hand and your own hand in his other. Doesn't mind that walking is slower, he's not gonna complain about more time with you.

♡ Ends the night by giving you his jacket. It's not remotely cold outside, he just thinks its hot when you wear his clothes. 🎀

Tagging some of my moots because I miss u guys:

@xcherryerim @joshfutturman @janitorhutcherson @solarissun @jealousjersey

no pressure to interact, ily :3

[yanderes-galore]

hope it’s not to late a loose request for yandere team up hcs maybe for Stella and Striker with a female darling please ; do you think their get along or be at each other throats 👀

Yandere! Stella + Striker HCs

(Imp! Darling)

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry/Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Ownership, Possessive behavior, Classism, Violence, Blood, Kidnapping, Forced relationship(s).

Okay, there's some interesting things I found while researching these two for this.

There's actually a lot more to consider in this concept than I thought.

First of all, your demon type definitely matters.

Both of them can come off as rather derogatory depending on your status.

Stella happens to hate lower status demons such as Imps.

Meanwhile Striker hates higher ranking demons such as the Goetia.

So... Either way you're going to have at least one of them being rather mean to you.

Actually, if you're an Imp, you'd probably even have Striker think you're weak.

It's really hard to see these two sharing, honestly.

Striker only works for Stella because it's a job.

Stella sees Striker as nothing more than a hitman to get her way.

If they both found a demon they enjoy, there's a good chance they will not be nice to one another.

Honestly, no matter what demon type you are, you're going to have such a hard time with them.

Stella's more likely to try and own you like a toy, after all, it's not like she had any love for Stolas.

What she feels for you isn't even love either.

Striker has been described as a prude.

When it comes to romance with his obsession, he's playful and a bit flirty... but doesn't typically delve into intimacy.

Striker acts like a charming cowboy, slithering around you like a rattlesnake as he remarks that you look quite... pretty.

For this concept I have decided to focus on an Imp obsession to keep things simple and prevent any overthinking.

Stella would be very demeaning to an imp obsession.

She hates how her obsession is so similar to her husband's.

Stolas found himself a male imp to you around with.

Now here she is, finding herself with a female imp, treating you like you're a pet.

She'd be so nasty with you.

She's mean to you all while trying to seduce you, sort of like how Stolas and Blitz were in Season 1... but worse?

Striker's less mean, at least, he isn't being classist to you.

You two are both imps and he doesn't mind finding ways to mess with a high ranking demon.

He doesn't like Goetia....

Striker doesn't really try to seduce you.

He may be interested romantically but he isn't thinking of intimacy like Stella.

He does like the idea of lassoing you away and keeping you in his base, however....

There two would only temporarily work together.

To them, it's a means to an end.

They'd use one another to get you... After that, it's every demon for themselves.

Maybe Stella orders Striker to kidnap you and bring you to her?

While he originally goes along with it for business, he finds himself attached to his target more than he thought....

The idea of just fetching you to present to some blue collared Goetia doesn't sit right to him.

That, or if you want to start with Striker, maybe you work with him and take a job from Stella?

Only for Stella to feel she wants to keep the cute female imp as a way to get back at Stolas.

Either one of them isn't good for you.

You're going to feel like you're being owned regardless.

To them, it's just whoever can get you as theirs the fastest.

Striker is quite ready to use some violence to get his way.

Stella may find someone else to do it.

Who knows, maybe she'll whine to her brother about it, making him feel like he has to do something to get his sister to stop ranting.

Stella's entitled with her obsession.

She demands Striker hand you over.

After all, you're meant to be her pretty little plaything.

Striker usually ignores these orders, not fond of giving away someone of his kind... especially if you catch his eye...

Even if he sees you as the equivalent to a royal pet due to how Stella talks about you.

These two can't get along due to their views on social classes.

Even less so when they're both fighting over an imp.

You, in the middle of all of this, are just trying to live your life.

You didn't consent to being a cute royal pet or isolated in some lair for another imp's amusement.

You can try to run but you'll just be tracked.

Stella may even hire a different imp to retrieve you if Striker's going rogue.

The farthest their partnership will go is tracking you and kidnapping you.

However, after that…

Suddenly Striker doesn't want whatever Stella has for payment.

Instead, both demons want you as their pretty imp to manipulate and use.

Stella plans to keep you in her bedroom to toy with when not looking after Octavia.

Perhaps Stolas is right... Having an imp to fulfill your desires is pleasant... once you train her....

Striker has a similar plan to drag you to his lair and keep you lasso'd.

He won't have you for lewd reasons like Stella.

However... He's sure you'll provide pleasant company regardless.

Essentially, they'll be partnered at the start...

But in the end, when talk of payment occurs, it looks like there will be a change of plans.

[juniperss]

Hi Dana! I am once again begging for a Dick Winters HC! Maybe what its like to cuddle w him

I'm here by dubbing you "Winters Anon" and I hope that's okay!!

a/n these headcanons, as with all my writing for BoB, are based on the fictional portrayal of the characters. Headcanon requests are open, please check my rules in my pinned post to see who I’m currently writing for💞

Okay so my hot take is that I don't think that Dick is really good at cuddling. Not because he's against the act or because he's not absolutely amazing to snuggle up next to, but because this man has places to be and things to do. He likes to be moving and cuddling is something that he really only considers when he's done for the day.

So because of that, I think he prefers evening cuddles after dinner and getting ready for bed/settling down for the evening once the dishes are done and the food is put away. Sometimes you can get away with morning cuddles if he wakes up early, if the weather is too poor for his morning walks, or if he doesn't have plans that require his attention.

It's not that he doesn't want to cuddle, he does! He's just very much a schedule and plan orientated man. He wants to present in his time with you that's why he prefers the cuddle time to occur when his mind can be at ease.

NOW! Once you two are cuddling? *cracks knuckles* There are 3 types of cuddling and each one occurs/starts in a different way so let's go through it!

Couch Cuddles: typically start with one of you sitting up on the couch reading a book or working on something else while the other curls up into the first. 9/10 it's going to be you who is doing the curling into, but that's okay because Dick just kinda lifts his arm for you to rest your head on his chest or on his lap before settling it back over you. If he's reading when you do this, he might read out loud to you (guaranteed if you ask) or talk about the book. If he was working on a crossword (you can pry crossword loving Dick Winters out of my cold dead hands) or something else, he asks for your help with it or sits in silence.

Bed Time Cuddles: as mentioned above this guy has a schedule and set list of things to do each day and one of those parts of his routine is bed time cuddles with you. Once the two of you are both in bed he loves to wrap both arms around and hold onto you. One hand stays holding you to him while the other runs over your back, arms, or plays with your fingers. Mr. "Tell Me About Your Day" has already asked you about how your day was, probably during dinner, but Bed Time Cuddle Session always has him asking you about it again. These are the times when you two tend to discuss deeper topics, dreams or fears and plans for what you both want.

Early Morning Cuddles on a Rainy Day: These cuddles are special because they're not every day. Dick wakes up to get ready for his morning walk, but sees that the rain is pattering against the glass of the window a little too hard for him to justify going out for a stroll and so he rolls over and wraps his arm around your waist and rests his back on his pillow to lay with you a little longer. You'll start to feel his fingers in your hair or running along the side of your arm. He's not intentionally trying to wake you up or anything, but if you're a light sleeper, this will probably wake you up. It's nice though, to turn over and smoosh your face against his chest and breathe him in. The blankets are warm from the night sharing the bed and the sound of the rain lulls you back to sleep in tandem with Dick's steady breathing. These are quiet cuddles, he doesn't ask questions or talk about the day. He just soaks you in.

SMOOCHES ON YOUR NOSE AND ON YOUR NECK. Smooches your nose at bedtime, your temple if you're cuddled up on the couch, and your neck and shoulders in the morning.

He smells like fresh linen. Mixed with coffee or tea if you're cuddling on the couch. Mixed with the mint of toothpaste if your two are cuddling at bedtime. In the morning he's got morning breath, but honestly, it's worth it to wake up to that smile of his. Also still smells like fresh linen.

He's got so many freckles that you'll be quite busy trying to count them or running your fingers over them. He really loves watching your fingers move and will focus his attention of them during cuddling. He likes to keep his hands busy too, usually trailing them over your body or playing with your hair. He just likes to feel you there and he's memorizing every part of you.

[andromedastarrs]

Hey i have a request what would be the type of partner for miguel o’hara ? Thanks if you write this

Miguel O'Hara's Type (S/O) - SFW Headcanons

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Hey Anon!! You're my very first Anon lol this is so very exciting for me, I hope you enjoy my headcanons for Mr.O'Hara's type!!🤞💙❤️

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Miguel doesn't date people for the way they look - so if you're hoping for him to look your way because you're conventionally attractive you're outta luck.

What I mean by this is that he's definitely more of the type to look at someone's actions/inner beauty.

I think Miguel likes individuals that are independent, financially and whatnot. I don't picture him as the type to enjoy babying (I mean this as in taking care of everything for them lol) his partner. However that does NOT mean that he doesn't enjoy getting them gifts and helping them out when they need it.

I think he'd want his partner to be patient. It's no secret that he can be explosive when angry and can sort of act like there's a switch in his head when it comes to his emotions, so having someone that is naturally patient is something that he would definitely look for.

I think he'd look for someone who has different interests/hobbies than him. I feel like he gets bored easily, so having an S/O that has interests he knows little about would peak his curiosity and would sorta act like brain food?? Does that make sense?

In general he would look for someone who is the tender opposite of him, tender meaning that you'd have to be different enough to be interesting but not too different to where you guys have clashing opinions on absolute everything.

Miguel is noooooooot into excessive public PDA, so he'd look for someone who shares that same opinion as him. He doesn't mind hand holding, making each other laugh in public, etc, but he will absolutely never do anything raunchy in public-

Doesn't like pessimistic people.

He'd look for someone who puts effort into their hygiene and general public appearance. AGAIN he is not into people just for their looks, but he IS into people who care about how they present themselves. Does that make sense?? Like he doesn't care if you're Goth, Emo, Coquette, "Basic", etc - he'd be into any aesthetic as long as his partner smells nice and has a cohesive look. (I tried my best to explain but hopefully you get the pic.)

Definitely not into lazy people or people who lack life goals- he wants someone who has a reason to keep going at it in life. Also... don't make him your reason to keep going, he wants you to be independent of him, remember?

I think he'd like people who are into skincare because I headcanon that he's into that 😭🙌. No this does NOT mean he is only looking for someone with clear skin, people can have good skincare routines and still have acne, etc.

He'd look for someone who accepts his past obviously. Also I say this because I think that his backstory is something that's gonna have him traumatized till the end, meaning that idk how he'd feel about kids with his S/O...is it just me that thinks he wouldn't be into it? I think he'd be too scared of losing either you or the possible kid, so instead he'd rather avoid having them again.

(On that note, if you are someone who wants kids I think he'd slowly, but genuinely consider it. He'd probably go to therapy to make sure he's in the right headspace as well.)

Is it a controversial headcanon to say that I don't think Miguel would look for a specific gender to date? I think he'd just genuinely look for a connection.

He'd look for someone who's an early bird like him, he wants to wake up around the same time as his S/O. However I don't think this applies to bedtime, since he has work to do and probably stays up late, he wouldn't wanna hurt his S/O's physical health.

Sorry guys I do not think Miguel likes pets, I think he likes his home tidy and clean. I think he'd lose a sense of control after everything that happened to him, and having a clean home gives him back some sense of control of his life. Maybe a few years into the relationship (after you've moved in) he'd be ok with pets but definitely not at the start.

Also, just because he doesn't want pets doesn't mean he isn't good with animals.

He'd look for someone who is a foodie, I think Miguel is one himself, so he'd look for someone that has the same eating habit of trying new foods. He'd also want this because I think he'd like making them try out recipes. :')

He'd look for someone who doesn't mind quiet days where the both of you barely talk but enjoy each other's presence.

It's no secret that Miguel has an erratic schedule, so he'd love to find someone with a very flexible schedule so that they could always make time for eachother. :')

Unless you are genuinely mature for your age (21+ acting/behaving 26+, don't be weird, thanks) I don't think he'd go for someone significantly younger than him. 🤞Also I think him being 27 makes sense but idek how old this man is because I can't find a certain answer anywhere.

He'd look for someone who can make him laugh. 🥹 He needs more happiness in his life.

On that note he definitely likes people that are optimistic and happy, people who just radiate warm energy. People that are genuinely kind.

Does not like people who try to purposely annoy him, sorry folks.

Also, yes he's handsome. But I headcanon that he wouldn't want someone who's just into him because of the way he looks. And he can always tell.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Oohhh I love the night gallery crew!! <3

Okay so- how would the art gallery harem react to the news that their precious night guard used to pose as a nude art model for one if their previous jobs? Bonus points if they end up digging around and finding old drawings/portfolio pics of them posted online lol

The Painter

Their muse - a model in the past? A nude one at that? They can't say they aren't jealous others have bared witness to their beauty, but they won't be so upset about it if their dearest is willing to come out of retirement and maybe send their older photos up to their study. They promise not to stare too much, but they pray their muse doesn't mind if their eyes linger. It's rare for them to be in the presence of such raw perfection. They are more of a hands on type of painter so their muse wouldn't mind a few touches, no? As they would say, it’s all just apart of the process.

Rosebud

Of course they are interested, but they won't press the matter unless Reader offers to share.... Please ignore the excitement of their roses - though they do reflect Rosebud's inner feelings they assure Reader it's just past their feeding time. Clearly more flustered than they let on. Refuses to look at the images because they would only make them more tempted to leave bites all over Reader to claim them as their own as they are when they see the Guard's exposed neck or wrists or pretty much any uncovered inch of skin.

The Scavenger

Hope staff gives the printer in the breakroom a nice funeral because if Scavenger gets its hands on those portfolio shots it's the end of the line for that poor machine. Anything relating to their precious treasure is the pinnacle of their collection. They must have more - even if it's the same picture a thousand times it's still not enough. If anyone comes across one of their copies it's best theu leave them their because even if they're trying to return them Scavenger will accuse them of stealing. There's not doubt I my mind they've eaten a copy or two because they're weird like that.

The Faceless Angel

Conflicted. On one hand they are interested in seeing their guard in all forms, but on the other it feels like an invasion of privacy. Unlike some, their intrigue comes from an artistic viewpoint rather than sexual. They'd give anything for the opportunity to touch Reader's warm flesh without clothing in the way. It feels like heaven on their stone skin.

The Lady in Red

It's the less images she's interested in and more the people who have seen them. Swiftly cuts down anyone who views Reader's pictures while in the gallery be they human or fellow exhibit. She can't do anything about the past, but does everything in the present to keep too many eyes off her love. Takes the photos Scavenger loses and while she keeps a few on hand - she burns the rest.

Julian

Slimy fuck is probably the first to come across them being the noisy little stalker he is. As an artist in his free time, he does use them for reference, but it's much more fun to use them for other things. Like teasing Reader about their past or taping copies to the breakroom fidge. He only does it when he knows they're the only two on shift because he'll have to hurt anyone who sees them nakee besides him. Like Lady, he's more likely to attack paintings who have gotten a hold of the scavengers copies.

Anri

Their favorite coworker was once a model? How fun! They aren't the best artist, but they can draw Reader too. A little bashful about seeing them naked so they stick to just about the shoulders. They want to at least waiting until their ten date with Reader before seeing them in such a state. Covers their eyes and runs off whenever someone tries to show them. Julian only allows Anri to see the photos because it's fun to chase them through the halls with them or point out various aspects of their features to make Anri flustered

The Director

Dislikes imagine of Reader because while they can be used to create copies of them, The Director wants the real thing. Still has one of Scavenger's photos tucked in his coat pocket.

[theglitterypages]

JJK MEN PRESENTS: What kind of woman they'd fall in love with and how they would fall in love. Featuring Toji Fushiguro/Zenin

•Judging by Toji's history with women in the canon verse, I believe that Toji's type of woman is the woman that is like Megumi's Mother.

•Let's put it this way, Toji left his clan broken, misunderstood and he had no one to make him feel what love really is.

•After he left his clan, Toji was a sugar baby, that's for sure. Older women loved this man and even if Toji didn't really like that part of his life he had no choice but to use his body to survive.

•Toji was more used to handling older women, he knew how to please them and as he got older, a woman at the same age as him just doesn't seem like a good fit for him.

•Toji has given up about finding true love because of this, so he just kept on accepting clients to clients and survive, as long as he's not back to that shitty clan, he'll be fine.

•That was when Toji met an innocent, young lady who only sees the good in life. He has no idea why he was even interested about whatever you do in life. You moved in at the unit next to his, you just graduated from college and you have a decent job, but Toji thinks that you're too nice.

•He first saw you when you were talking to the old man who lives across your unit. Toji just received a call from his client, and as he locks his door, he couldn't help but listen in to your conversation with the old man.

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You were busy talking to the old man across your unit, he was talking about how he loved the cookies you baked last time. You gave jars of cookies to your neighbors when you moved in and you appreciated that this old man loves it. "Thank you for the kind words, Choji-san! Don't worry, I'll make sure to save a jar for you once I baked another batch." You smiled. The old man smiled back and held your hands. "I'll look forward to it." he said as he caress your hands for quite some time, you weren't uncomfortable but you didn't want to pull away because you realized that he was a man who lives on his own he's probably missing his daughter or something.

Toji narrowed his eyes at the way that the old man was eye-fucking you while he was holding your hands. It's obvious that you have no idea what kind of a pervert this man was and Toji wanted to step in but your phone rang and you excused yourself to the old man politely and made your way to the parking lot.

Toji gave a firm look at the old man and the latter immediately entered his unit. Coincidentally, your car was parked next to Toji's, and even if he promised not to mind something that's not related to him, he couldn't help but want to give you a warning.

"Oi, Unit 27..." since he doesn't know your name, he just decided to call you by your unit's number.

You turned upon hearing a deep voice behind you, you recognized the man living next to your unit and you smiled. "Hey, good morning Unit 26." You giggled a bit.

Toji was taken aback by the warm smile and your sweet voice, it's no wonder that the old man can easily get away from being a perv with you, you look too innocent.

"You should choose who you befriend wisely." He said before he climbed up his car to go to his client's location.

It was obvious that you didn't get Toji's warning and he decided to take matters into his own hands for some reason.

He started matching his schedule with yours, sharing little moments of short chitchats and bumping into each other at the convenience store nearby. Whenever Toji is around, the old man won't make an attempt to talk to you and he made sure that he wouldn't have a chance to.

Toji wasn't sure when did he even start falling in love with you, all that he remembers and realizes is the fact that he seemed to forget anything bad whenever he's with you. You look at the brighter side of life, you're nice, you're sweet and you're too innocent for this cruel world.

Toji realized that he didn't want your innocence to be taken away from you, he wouldn't want to see that sweet smile of yours to fade, and he realized he wanted to be the one to protect that smile of yours.

His life was all about his own survival but this was the first time that he wanted to care for someone, he never knew how to because he never felt cared for before. But you showed him how, making sure he's not eating take outs, you wouldn't fail to check up on him from time to time to see what he was up to, your eyes sparks whenever he sees you.

Before he even knew it, you became the center of his life.

"Toji-san?" You waved your hands in front of Toji when you realized that he's been quiet for a long time. Toji snapped out of his thoughts and he realized how close you were.

You smiled when you finally got his attention, but blushed when you realized how close your faces are, you can see the scar on his lips up close, and for some reason, your body moved on its own.

Toji felt your warm hands touch his scar, he froze, but you gently traced the scar on his lip that he almost forgot how he got it in the first place. It was a living evidence of his family's cruelty, of how he was abused and treated like a trash.

But the look on your eyes makes him forget all of that, his hands found their way to your waist and he gently placed you onto his lap, your hands still busy tracing each of his facial features.

You softly gasped when he held you tighter and you blushed, stopping yourself from touching his face. "I'm sorry, Toji-san. I got carried away." You tried to stand up but Toji held you close.

"Drop the honorifics, doll." He breathed out.

"D-Doll?" You asked, not sure if you heard it correctly because all you could hear was the fast beat of your heart.

Toji smirked and nip your chin in between his fingers to tilt your head so he could see you better. "You look like a doll sitting on my lap right now. You're tiny and pretty." He said before pinching the tip of your nose.

You were scared, not because of Toji but because of your own feelings. You don't know if you're supposed to feel this safe in someone's arms, is it right to desire to caress his face and be this close to him every time you have the chance?

Whenever you're with Toji, he makes you feel safe, love, and cared for. You want nothing but to ease that tensed jaw of his, to bring sparks in his eyes, and if it's even possible take away everything that hurts him.

Toji could read the look in your eyes, you were silently begging and longing. He decided to be the one to take the risk and close the gap between the two of you.

The moment that he felt your lips against his, Toji could swear that this is what heaven feels like, he couldn't hold back his smile when you tried to keep up with him.

He made sure to kiss you gently and slowly, because he wouldn't want this to end anytime soon. Kissing you was not a job or something but his whole life depends on it.

When Toji pulled away from you, he let his forehead rest against yours.

"I love you, Doll."

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Stray Kids as Fathers

This was a request awhile back, so I will get to this reading for this group.

Bang Chan (Temperance/Ace of Cups)

I see him being a loving father, someone who would pour their love into their children. I see him not being too strict and having the ability to compromise with his kids when need be. I can see him listening to them. I can see him being emotionally available. I can see him comforting his children if they are crying or feeling sad as well. So, he seems like an overall nice parent if the energy stays this way.

Lee Know (King of Wands/3 of Swords)

I don't see him being as emotional as Bang Chan. I see him wanting to push his kids to take action on things and be an inspiration to his Kids. He may want his kids to follow his lead. He might be a bit strict and controlling. He could be someone that could say hurtful things. I feel like he may have high expectations. There could be communication struggles with him as Dad. I am not sure he would have the best communication style.

Changbin (5 of Cups/4 of Swords)

He might get disappointed in himself a lot. He may have regrets sometimes in how he parents. Maybe there are worries that he may not be a great father. I think that would be initial but eventually realize he can handle fatherhood. I see him wanting to step away at times. Why do I feel his kids may disappoint him at times lol He seems to want the best for his kids, so if they don't live to what he thinks they should do, he gets down about it. So, he may need breaks to relax to himself and clear his mind.

Hyunjin (Page of Cups/Page of Pentacles)

With him there seems to be a little bit of immaturity as he did get two pages. You would like to see Kings or Queens here. So, there will be a lot for him to learn as a parent. He may just wing it at times. I see him trying to learn and he can improve as he goes along, I am not sure he will be able to handle kids very well at first. He will have his ups and downs and highs and lows. He is giving me he will learn as he goes. He will try to stay grounded but also be a bit spontaneous and go with the flow. I see him having his work cut out for him.

Han (Strength/10 of Pentacles)

He would be a stable father. I can see him being strict, stubborn and could have high expectations as well. I see him putting a lot of money into his kids, be it education, or something else. He wants a bright future for his Kids. I see him being able to handle fatherhood. I see him showing strength, control and power. I think he could be a father his kids can look up to and maybe admire and want to emulate. I don't see him being too emotional or vulnerable. He would remain stable and grounded and in his power as a Father. He kind of sounds like your stereotypical Korean Dad.

Felix (3 of Wands/King of Swords)

I am not sure why I get I don't see him being present all the time in his kid's life. He can be a bit cold. I see stubborn energy. Someone who is more rational and logical. It would be hard to change his opinion on things, maybe what he says goes. This 3 of wands just gives me someone who is a bit passive. He may not meet his kids halfway. I just see him being a bit distant.

Seungmin (4 of Pentacles/Ace of Swords)

He might also be a bit strict and controlling, would have certain rules and boundaries for them. I don't see him wanting to spend too much on them, or he will teach them the art of conserving their money. I just see a lot of limitations may be put on them, like if his kids ask for money, he would be like nope, they may have to work for it themselves. I can see him being closed off with them. I see him always having ideas and sharing plans with his kids, but not sure he falls through on them. He may be the type that shares some information with his kids, surface level stuff, but doesn't go into all the details.

I.N (Queen of Cups/Strength)

Someone who can be strong, stubborn and bold, but also someone very nurturing, loving, compassionate and caring. He would be muti-facet as a parent. He can be vulnerable and soft but also be tough and strict when he needs. I can see him being a great Dad, he can stand his ground, when need be, but also can show a sensitive side to his children. He can teach his children to stand in their power and be confident but also show love and compassion to others.

So, it seems to me Bang Chan, Han, and Jeongin would handle fatherhood the best from what I see in the energy.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

This isn’t really a prompt ask, but more so a jackharding idea that I think you’d enjoy. (sorry that it’s a little long, I wasn’t sure if I could share this while your prompts were closed, so I just kept adding to/reworking it)

It can be summarized as a series of oh moments from Jack, that starts the day Bucky gets demoted and Jack gets promoted. On his way over to Chicks office, Jack’s preparing a speech basically telling Chick to take the air exec position and shove it up his ass. That speech dies in his throat as soon as he lays eyes on Chick. There’s an inkling of an oh but immediately represses it, as he promised himself he wouldn’t fall in love in a war.

The next one happens a couple days later, when Chick joins Jack for a morning run. Chick mentions that he talked to Curt, who said something about his and Jack’s sparring sessions, and that Jack tries to go on a run in the mornings when he can. (I remember you wrote fanfics that involved Jack sparring with Curt and running with Chick) The oh happens when Chick shows interest, but again suppressing it.

Chick sorta subtly keeps trying to get Jack to go on leave to London each time they run together, but Jack keeps saying no/being intentionally oblivious, knowing what’s going to happen next. Then Curt goes down, and Jack finally agrees to go on leave. 

Chick takes him out to a nice dinner. When they leave dinner, Chick gives Jack a little speech saying things like “I think you know this isn’t how I wanted to get you here” and “During a war, people need someone to lean on. Let me be that for you, even if it is just as friends.” That’s when Jack has another oh moment and kisses him. 

There are a few other oh’s, one or two involving sex, a few others like when Chick gets him a birthday and/or christmas present.

Jack keeps telling himself that this isn’t really a real relationship, that everything that they do that could mean they’re in love, doesn’t mean that they’re in love, that they’re just leaning on each other, that they’re relationship will end as soon as the war does. 

Then the gallbladder stuff happens, and Jack has his biggest OH moment. (I think he looks/almost looks like this: https://www.tumblr.com/woods-a-m/775389989109383168/and-a-second-one?source=share) So many emotions go through Jack’s mind, mainly anger. When Chick is finally fully conscious, Jack lays into him. He ends up saying something along the lines of: “I tried to love you like you wanted me to, like we’re in a war and we’re in need of a distraction, but I can’t. I love you like one would love a real partner, a boyfriend… a husband. And when I found you on the floor…” He starts to cry as soon as he says that. 

Then Chick just asks “Why would you think I didn’t want you to love me like a husband?” which makes Jack’s crying worse. (I think Jack has some issues related to loving people like that and it being reciprocated, as his past relationships admitted they saw him as temporary, and that he was too thin/tall/gaunt/not in touch with his feelings enough to be in a serious long-term relationship with.)

The last one maybe happens at their wedding, which they have as soon as possible.

My god what an absolutely fantastic idea you have just dropped into my inbox! The emotional build! The growing trust! Jack being a fucking idiot about his feelings because it's a war and he has to get all these boys home (and he doesn't, so even moreso he wants no feelings during the war), and he's never really had a long-term relationship, though he's tried. But it's always been "Oh, Jack, this was just for fun!" Or "Come on, Jack, you know I'm not the serious type." Or (and this one breaks my heart) "What? No, this was just to find out if you're as fun in bed as everyone says. Too bad you can't be fun like that outside of it."

Jack's too serious. Too stoic. Not handsome enough. Too tall. Too thin. Too stubborn. Too smart. Too dry. There's just always something, and in a way, he's glad for the war because he's tired of trying and glad to have a focal point where he won't be EXPECTED to have a sweetheart.

And then Chick Harding is a wet dream in the flesh. Jack's always liked rugged fellows. He's one himself, honestly. Boxing and jogging and hiking. But he doesn't LOOK the type and knows it.

So, when Chick starts making overtures, Jack crams that crush so far down deep. He will NOT acknowledge it. He doesn't want that sort of thing right now. And Chick can't be SERIOUS about it. He's just trying to win Jack over, you know. And he probably thinks Jack can't even hold his own with Curt.

And then Curt. Who was a true friend to Jack. Who sat with Jack after Bucky got demoted and offered to slug the Bucks on his behalf. Curt who never thought Jack couldn't box. Curt who always picked up on his humor and laughed. His friend Curt.

So, he goes to London this fucking time, and he thinks maybe he'll do something stupid. Fuck his Colonel once for the release of it. But then Chick makes it clear, 'No, look, this is more than just a one-nighter'. Okay, fine, maybe we only fuck once, but Jack, I want to be friends if nothing else.'

And Jack really, really means to keep it at 'nothing else'. But goddamn Chick Harding. Rugged and athletic and smart as a whip. He picks up Jack's humor from day one and always get a little smirk when some newbie looks surprised Major Kidd can box and run and hike and yes, he did so before the war even.

Goddamn Chick Harding.

And then Chick ignores his gallbladder and pushes Jack away over it, and Jack thinks, 'this is it; this is the end of my story every time.'

Except. Well.

Goddamn Chick Harding.

[esote-rika]

i have chip on the brain this morning omg nothing specific just like...a big flashing neon sign of him, you know? </3 any thoughts or headcanons you want to share? 👀

p.s.: im so excited for your next chip fics!!

Ur so fucking real for that, I too just have him running through my mind. Specifically that scene where Liza kills her sugar daddy and he's freaking out lmfao. MGG's voice going up an octave will forever make me giggle.

As for thoughts, I've already said this before, but Chip Taylor just screams Ethel Cain to me, and you asked for it so let me elaborate (and buckle tf up because when I say I love Chip Taylor and he lives rent free in my mind, I mean it and this is a little crazy, forgive any mistakes, it is 1 in the morning as I type this)

Obviously, the vibes are kinda just... On point you know? I specifically associate him with the song Crush because of the lyrics "he looks like he works with his hands and smells like Marlboro reds" (Literally my very first fic of ON THIS APP is inspired by the lyric "I wanna uh him in the back of his mom's mercury" if that doesn't tell you I've been having These Thoughts for A While idk what does lol).

But beyond the vibes, the themes in Ethel's lyrics actually really coincide with a lot of the themes in 68 Kill. Like, ik that movie is campy and not really high brow but damn it I WILL overanalyze media if I'm interested enough in it. Back to the point, 68 Kill still makes some very interesting commentary re: poverty, specifically in small, middle of nowhere towns. For example, Chip and Liza don't even bother locking their doors because there's nothing of value to lose. Even their fridge is empty. They're barely making rent etc etc, and this sort of destitution is present in Ethel's lyrics (see Starvation, Inbred among others). Chip's complete devotion to Liza's abusive love? Yeah, Ethel Cain (like, 80% of her discography - I am pulling this number out of my ass but ykwim). The desire for a better life because your tiny, isolated, narrow minded small town is simply a dead end? Women having to sell their body??? ETHEL CAIN ETHEL CAIN ETHEL CAIN. There's just a very specific vision of americana that 68 Kill captures and it reminds me very much of Ethel Cain (I say this as someone who has never stepped foot in the US so bear that in mind lol).

And then, Chip's perpetual softness (which I hate that the movie ended with him learning not to... Trust women? What? We couldn't have made him learn to be more assertive without that weird thing tacked on? But I digress, again the movie isn't perfect) but like the way he's consistently soft and driven by the desire to love and be loved reminds me of certain Ethel Cain songs too (House in Nebraska comes to mind).

Idk if this makes any sense, again it is 1am 😭 and it kinda became my thoughts on the movie as a whole LOL but yeah! Tldr: Chip Taylor = Ethel Cain in my heart forever and always. Hope u have a nice day anon!!!

[al-astakbar]

☆ The Gift -- Thrawn x reader ☆

> title ☆ The Gift ☆ part 2/?

> summary ☆ As congratulations for his recent promotion to Grand Admiral, Emperor Palpatine gives Thrawn a gift -- a young woman who has been trained as a pleasure companion.

> pairing ☆  Thrawn x reader ☆ word count [3.8k] ☆ warnings for this part ☆ brief sexual language ☆ series warnings ☆ dubious consent; sexual slavery; concubine/ sex slave AU; will add more warnings as more parts are posted

>series navigation ☆ part 1 ☆ part 2 ☆ part 3 ☆ part 4 ☆ part 5 ☆ part 6 ☆ part 7

> posted on ao3

author note!! To be very clear, in this story reader is a concubine against her will and is gifted to Thrawn, but there is at no point any noncon between Thrawn and reader. Reader is never noncon with anyone, either referenced or explicitly, and there is never any explicit noncon. However, this is a darker take on Thrawn and he doesn't really have many hangups about putting his gift to use...

Neither Mirri nor Solis know where his shuttle is, and one did not stop a Grand Admiral as he was walking away to ask for clarification about something so trivial, despite you elbowing them to do just that.

They walk you to the turbolift, and just before you get on, an aide comes up and gives directions. Landing platform E-52. The lambda class shuttle. The aide leers at you openly, and wonders to his superior officer, “what do I have to do to get one of those?” 

The Commander snorts. “A Prasad?” the formal term for the type of trained, indoctrinated pleasure companion popular among the Empire’s elite; you are surprised he knows it, though any good Imperial citizen would recognize what you are just from the distinctive robes. “Gain more favor than you’ll ever hope for in a lifetime. Or make friends with someone who’s got one. I hear they share the best ones around. Get invited to the right party and all you’ve got to do is wait in line for a turn.” 

You stiffen and stumble, nearly managing to turn towards the two men, with no real plan of what you might say. Mirri catches you. 

“Do you think he’ll be-- he’ll be nice?” You ask in a small voice once the lift doors have closed. Or at least gentle. Mirri and Solis do not answer. The walk to the platform is quick, just a short ways outside through more elegant, richly appointed halls. These ones have hanging gardens, trailing vines and foliage beneath a huge glass ceiling and bursts of flowers, the entire floor a mosaic of millions of black and white stones. You try to dawdle, slowing your pace to spend just a little more time. Given to a Grand Admiral, you will likely spend at least the next six months in space, on a warship, and you don’t know when you might be planetside again, let alone on one with greenery.

But Mirri and Solis lead you through it too quickly, and after a short walk, you are there on LP E-52.

Private platforms such as this one have small, luxurious waiting rooms, so that the senator or whoever is being flown that day does not have to wait out in the elements. Mirri and Solis choose not to use it, and you know they would have happily made you stand there in the wind, until you are bone-chilled and shivering despite the bright Coruscant sun.

Luckily-- one small mercy on this day-- the Grand Admiral arrives within minutes, walking ahead of a small contingent. 

Nausea has been a constant, rising bloat in your stomach since walking into the throne room but now it threatens to overwhelm you. A wild, horrible thought comes to you, that maybe if you’re quick enough you could run for the edge of the platform, and just be… done. But you know it wouldn’t work. There are safety measures. Systems of repulsor barriers and simple old fashioned nets to catch people in case of falls or accidents. 

“Be sure to mind him,” Mirri whispers to you harshly. 

“The last nine to be presented before you all went to lower ranking officers or minor dignitaries—“ Solis says. 

“And all were better behaved than you.” Mirri’s tone is venomous. 

Then they both step back, bowing deeply to him, and you stand alone. Strong winds buffet the platform, whipping your robe against you like a sail. 

Instead of his aide approaching you, the Grand Admiral himself advances. Up close, he is even more imposing of a figure, his bearing imperious and assured, his skin unmistakably blue and his hair sleek blue-black, like indigo. In this light, he looks magnificent, a paragon of an Imperial officer. His uniform is blindingly white, gold shoulder bars, silver collar insignia, and code cylinders glinting brightly, the broad expanse of his chest interrupted by the large rank plaque. The jodhpurs and black jackboots only make his legs look longer-- most Imperial officers you have seen do not carry off the look so well. 

You have heard of Gifts kneeling when presented, and always thought it was stupid, but the urge to sink down in front of him pulls at you now. Somehow it would feel so natural. Just the idea of it feels traitorous to everything you believe.

“Come,” he says, bringing one white leather-gloved hand from behind his back to gesture for you to walk beside him. He is stern, but not hurried. He is a Grand Admiral, meaning everyone else bends to his schedule and never the other way around. A cadre of four black armored death troopers fall in step behind— they must be his personal guard. You gawk at them a moment too long, turning your head to look over your shoulder, then the Grand Admiral’s hand is at the small of your back. 

“Watch your step,” he murmurs, a second before you trip— the hem of your robe, the uneven surface of the boarding ramp, or both— and he catches you, sets you right. 

“I’m fine, I don’t need help,” you say sharply, even as your cheeks burn with embarrassment. 

He lets you shrug off his assistance with another quiet word. His accent is like nothing you’ve heard before-- not that you are particularly well traveled-- but it certainly isn’t from any Core world.

“Where are we going?” you ask, feeling strange and a bit guilty for wanting to hear him talk more. 

Once you, the Grand Admiral, the complement of troopers and a handful of aides are inside the small loading bay, the ramp closes with a prolonged hydraulic hiss. 

“This way,” he says. You follow him through a narrow passageway to the main cabin. Unlike the rest of the shuttle, which is drab, Imperial-issue grey, this cabin is furnished with plush leather seats, what looks like a small bar, and a shiny stone surface desk in one corner, all in sleek black and white.

The Grand Admiral motions courteously for you to sit, while his aide, a pale, light haired young man in an olive-drab lieutenant’s uniform takes a post standing by the hatch you just came through. 

“I meant-- are we leaving the planet? What system are we going to?”

At that moment, the shuttle’s engines kick on, and light streams into the cabin as the wings unfold while the craft slowly lifts off and rotates. Strange. From the outside it looks like the only transparisteel on the shuttle is around the cockpit. 

“Yes,” the Grand Admiral says. “To my ship, the Imperial Star Destroyer Chimaera. Lieutenant Tyvo, send word ahead for the stormtroopers to begin preparing their cold weather uniforms and kit. And during the next week, have the section chiefs ensure forward chasing tractor beam targeteers run through another training cycle.”

“Yes, sir,” the lieutenant says, and immediately begins typing on his datapad.

The Grand Admiral continues speaking to the lieutenant, giving instructions about maneuvers and training schedules and meetings and briefings, and you realize he will not be sharing any more information with you. So you settle deeper into your seat-- much more comfortable than any in the austere cloister where you had spent the past year-- and gaze out the starboard viewport. The city flashes by, spire after spire, growing quickly smaller as the shuttle rises. No waiting in traffic, but of course a Grand Admiral must have his own priority lane. 

“Anything else, sir?”

“No, that is all. Thank you, Lieutenant.”

You look over to find the Grand Admiral standing, as he seems to like to do, with his hands clasped behind his back. He regards you for a moment, cold and appraising, before sitting opposite, and his authoritative bearing makes you sit up straighter. Somehow his starched white uniform doesn’t wrinkle. “What is your name?”

The question gives you pause. It is customary to only speak a companion’s given name in private. “They didn’t tell you?”

“I would like to hear it from you.”

He does not seem cruel or pushy, and that unbalances you. With less reluctance than you feel you ought to have, you quietly give him your name so the Lieutenant can’t hear, and then ask his. 

“Mitth’raw’nuruodo,” he says. “But you may find it easier to call me Thrawn.”

You repeat his name with a small nod. “Thrawn.”

His glowing red eyes do not have pupils, and though you can’t tell quite where he might be looking, you feel the weight of his attention pinning you down nonetheless.

You feel your face grow hot. Is he going to have you here, now? It would be well within his rights. He is entitled to anything— everything. The thought makes you squirm with anger and… something else hot and deep in your chest you can’t give a name to. 

Quickly, you pull your gaze down to your lap. Demure, as you had been taught. “Sorry,” you mumble.

“For what?”

“Staring. You probably get stared at a lot.” Hold your tongue. Mirri and Solis would have seen that you were punished for this impertinence. There had been one girl who had been with you, retraining after her first master had been terribly displeased with her. At least, that is as much as you could glean. He had removed her tongue before sending her back, and the threat of having all her teeth pulled out too kept her obedient. 

Thrawn raises a blue-black eyebrow. “Indeed.” 

For a time, he says nothing more, but studies you closely. His eyes seem to roam over your form, and you feel somehow naked, exposed for his discernment. You watch him back, thankful for your veil once more, studying his face. His features are even, well proportioned, though severe, and his dark hair slicked back from a widow’s peak makes him distinguished. Perhaps he is considered handsome among his people. The third time he catches your gaze, you get the distinct sense that he knows exactly where you are looking. 

There is a definite hunger in the way he watches you, intent and completely still. As if waiting for you to act first. The tiniest movement. You exhale slightly, and it makes the fabric covering your face flutter. 

Caught again. 

“Remove your veil.”

You jerk at the order, and in a split second of gut instinct, almost obey, such is the authority in his voice and bearing. Thrawn’s aide gives a start too, fumbling the data pad he’s holding. 

“Give us the room, Lieutenant,” Thrawn says without looking away from you, and his aide hurries out. 

Thrawn rises, unfolding his long limbs gracefully, and crosses to you in two steps. “My apologies.” He stands at his full height, broad shoulders square and hands behind his back. It gives him an infuriating air of calm superiority. And still, you can’t shake a foreboding sense that he is very, very dangerous, and not to be crossed. “It is customary for those of your position to remain covered at all times, except during… intimate situations. Is it not?” 

“Y-yes. Yes sir,” you say, relieved that he understands. 

A beat passes, and then he prompts: “we are alone now.”

You feel your face heat at the implication. “I don’t want to.” 

His mouth presses into a thin line. “That is of no concern to me.”

“I don’t want to kiss you.”

His red eyes gleam. “It was not a request.” 

You stand up, meaning to move away, but it only puts you closer to him, and his height dwarfs yours. “I don’t want to lay with you!” 

“Is that what you imagine necessitates showing your face?” His voice drops to nearly a whisper, full of dark promise. “When I fuck you, it need not be so personal.”

At that, your heart thuds in your chest. 

Before you can think it through, you try to slap him. He catches your wrists, dispassionate and unflinching as you struggle against him. “Enough. There will be no need for…theatrics. I was given to understand that those of your Order are all volunteers. Is that not true in your case?”

You can’t help your wide-eyed expression. It is an open secret that many young men and women were pressed into this sort of service, and your Order is no exception-- but nobody spoke that secret aloud. And it certainly wasn’t brazenly stated by an Imperial Grand Admiral to his new companion. You nod in confirmation, hoping that this isn’t some sort of trap or game to get you to admit something he could punish you for.

“I see,” he says, considering for a moment. “Then, you have a choice to make. An unwilling partner is of little use to me.”

You wrench against his grip, but it’s futile. “Oh so I guess that makes it all right then. You don’t want to— to fuck me but you’re going to anyway,” you say hotly. He doesn’t rise to the accusation, merely waits for a beat, allowing you to continue. When you say nothing more, he speaks. 

“As I said, I would prefer your cooperation, but it is not required.  However, there are… complexities… to our situation. Our Emperor—“

“Your Emperor.”

“--Will expect me to fully enjoy the gift he has given me. This is not in question. He will know, if I do not take you to bed. I have no intention of slighting him by refusing his generosity.”

“But how would he know! Couldn’t you just tell him that you have?”

“No,” he says, his voice cold and soft. 

You stare at him for a moment, breath catching suddenly at how close you are, and then you start struggling again. “Let go of me!” 

His hands tighten around your wrists like shackles, squeezing so hard it feels like your bones grind together. 

“Please!” A note of panic, breath tight in your chest. It had been your last, foolish hope that whoever you were given to would be understanding, would find the whole practice barbaric. “Just let me go, pretend I ran away, just leave me somewhere!”

Thrawn, evidently, is not that person.

“Think,” he presses, red eyes flashing with impatience, though he reins back in to calm just as quickly. “Under what circumstances might you leave my service?” 

It takes a moment for you to realize that this is not a rhetorical question. Most of the time Mirri and Solis had considered answers to such questions as just another form of backtalk, worthy of punishment.

“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer,” he says, rather sharply.

Another trap? You try to gather your thoughts, calm your breathing, but your pulse is wild with high emotion, and your voice shakes. “I could… run away.”

“Yes. What else?”

You draw in a deep breath, and smell the starch and wool of his uniform. “You could let me go.”

He nods but stays silent, expectant. A third option? You frown, then venture: “someone else takes me. Without your permission. Steals me away.”

“Indeed.”

Your mind flashes to the ones who were returned broken and maimed. “I could misbehave,” you say, with a touch of defiance. 

“Yes, you could,” he agrees. “The circumstances of you leaving my ship would be altogether unpleasant, but more so for you than for me. You are a gift that cannot be refused, so your removal would be necessitated by your own behavior. Now, what do you imagine the consequences would be like?”

You swallow thickly and shake your head, unable to find the words.  

“At best, placed with somebody else with less concern for your… consent. At worst…” his voice trails off, letting you reach the obvious conclusion silently. 

He is right, which is all the more infuriating to admit because of the matter-of-fact way he had stated it. Gifts who came back were, if deemed ‘salvageable’, subjected to months of remedial conditioning and then reassigned, almost always to someone less desirable than the previous recipient. Lower ranking, or particularly hideous or cruel. It was whispered that there was one Outer Rim Governor whose appetite for a fresh face had been the demise of at least four Gifts. 

“There are functions, too,” he adds quietly, with just a hint of something in his voice that you imagine to be embarrassment or reluctance, “ that I will be expected to attend, with you by my side.” 

“And by functions you mean…?”

“You might call it a party. Others who have been recipients of the Emperor’s goodwill would also be there, with their gifts. We will be… observed.”

He waits for that to sink in. 

No… You have an idea of what he means, and it makes your blood run cold. 

“It is imperative that we demonstrate our appreciation of His generosity.”

Your stomach turns. Not quite ready to confront the reality of what he’s telling you. “Can’t you just send a ‘thank you’ holo or something?”

He remains silent.

“How… how many people?”

“Hundreds.” 

“Hundreds…” you repeat hollowly. “Observed… doing what? Having dinner together? Do you fuck me right there on the table between courses or could we get away with waiting until after the meal and finding a dark corner?”

Thrawn says nothing for a moment, just gives you a rather irritated look. “Understand,” he says flatly, “that I did not ask for you. You are a distraction.”

You have to swallow down the insult of this rejection. 

“Then leave me at some spaceport. Outer Rim, I don’t care.” You say, voice cracking. One more try, even though he’s already convinced you of the futility of it all. 

“I did not say I don’t want you. But— as I said, I cannot. If I let you escape, I show incompetence, and lack of control over those in my care. If I let you go, it would be seen as rejecting the Emperor’s goodwill, disobeying his command, even.”

It clicks in your mind, then. If you do not give him a certain degree of cooperation, it could hurt his career and reputation— whatever that might be. He is concerned enough to mention it, though his attempts to cajole you into compliance so far have been baffling. This strange Grand Admiral claims to have no regard for your wishes but he is actually trying to convince you instead of ripping off your clothes and holding you down. He’s taken the time to explain it all and seems to want you to understand his reasoning.

You take a deep breath, trying to slow your heart pounding. Thrawn still holds you close, and he is so tall his rank plaque is just above eye level for you. 

“The embroidery on your robe and veil — tell me about it.”

This catches you off guard. “I—it’s part of our traditional— I don’t know what to call it. Our uniform, I guess. It’s added during our Vigil.”

“It is very fine work.” He sounds intrigued, and picks up the hem, holding it closer to look at and brushing his thumb over the stitching. “And the other two with you before, their garments had similar work to yours, also done in the same type of thread,  though not as intricate. The motifs were simpler, and the execution… adequate. This was done with great skill and care.” He grasps your wrist in such a way as to closer inspect the embroidery; it draws you clear to him so you are pressed against his body. You squirm, knowing he can feel your breasts against him, as you can feel his heavy belt, and that he’s half-hard and hot against your stomach. 

“Be still,” he murmurs, making no effort to conceal his arousal.  He takes a few more moments examining the work, then lets it fall.

“Now,” he says. “Will you remove your veil?”

With a cooler head, you realize he had done nothing to punish your outburst, nor any of your other little jibes. Stars, you had tried to hit him and he hadn’t even been angry about it. This doesn’t mean you’re safe with him. Doesn’t earn him even a little trust. But for now, it seems wise to acquiesce. This will be okay, or at least not so bad. He will not demean or abuse you. And he is right. There is no good way out of this, for either of you. 

Heart pounding-- no one outside the cloister on Coruscant has seen your bare face in over a year-- you sweep the fabric up and over, so that it trails down your back as if you were a bride. The change in light makes you blink and squint for a moment. Thrawn leans forward, as if he can’t help himself, and strokes a lock of your hair off your face. 

You try not to flinch away from him, nor to let any emotion show.

But he traces his thumb over your lips and you feel a hot prickle of tears that you can’t hold back. It would almost be easier if he were cruel. 

“When they train you,” he says, voice dangerously quiet, “do they fuck you?” 

You feel a pulse through your core at his question, and immediately shove the feeling down. “Why? You don’t want someone who’s been used before?” Mouthy again. His expression stays mild.

“Previous experiences do not concern me. I only wish to know what your training entailed.”

“No. They don’t. In most cases the recipients want to be able to be the first, you know, to be in control of…that.” You finish lamely, a vivid blush creeping up your neck. 

“It is believed the recipient will wish to shape the desires of his companion,” Thrawn offers. 

“Yes. Not because of anything like— like purity.”

He takes a moment to consider this, then asks, “are you pure?” 

You blink, meeting his eyes, and immediately regret it, as you feel tears well up anew. You quickly look aside, and can see the dark edge of space out the viewport, just where it meets the muddy orange-gold of the atmosphere. “No,” you say, then look right back at him, lifting your chin. “Are you?”

One blue-black eyebrow goes up. “No.” 

Then he lets you go, saying nothing more during the ride except to direct your attention to the Chimaera on approach. It is a magnificent ship, and you press against the transparisteel trying to see more of it, though its bulk quickly fills the entire view. On the underbelly of the ship is painted a huge, stylized chimaera, twin heads crossing over the wedge line. You have to restrain yourself from asking him a million questions about everything you see as you pass beneath the bow and into its massive shadow. 

An escort of four TIE fighters sweeps in to escort the shuttle to the hangar bay. The distinctive high roar of their engines is somehow audible inside the shuttle. You had never understood that, though admittedly your knowledge of physics and space travel is limited. You almost ask Thrawn. He would know, and he is still standing quite close to you. You can feel him at your back, watching the same panorama, and the one time you brave a glance over your shoulder at him, his gaze is distant and his expression inscrutable.

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The lads Hunger for more Jorji Headcanons

the lads shall be fed

Jorgi headcannons pt3:

He loves his wife a ton. a wife guy you might say. He may be up for a lil teasing, but he would never intentionally hurt her. He would feel incomplete, if she was gone

Before the whole drug dealing job, he was happy that he managed to settle down. It was his dream to have a little cabin, with a garden to grow vegetables. He used to spend a lot of his free time working in the garden.

He would grow flowers, in harder to reach areas, in secret from his wife, just to whip them out as a present for her later.

Terrible cook, I'm sorry. He relies on his wife for food. When he goes out on his ‘work trips’, he usually only eats sandwiches he packed for himself.

He met his wife when she worked in a diner or a bar. He was a very flirty young man, though in a bit of a cringe way. To the point that his future wife just quipped back at him with ease, but they both enjoyed their banters so much.

It took them 3 or 4 years of dating for him to propose. He didn't have enough money to buy a new ring, so he proposed with his grandma's proposal ring.

He might have been the one to propose, but she was the one who scooped him into their first date. When he realized what's going on he turned red as a tomato. He treasures this memory and often fondly talks about it.

He may be a fun/weird uncle type. But he can be a real shoulder to cry on. He may not be the best at comforting people, but he will let you lean on him and talk your emotions out. He will wrap his arm around you and say little things, to try to cheer you up. He is just not the best at emotions, he prefers to act and actively fix things. But he learned that sometimes the best thing he can do is listen.

He is overall a very touchy feely kinda guy. Not in a creepy way, more of a hug for a hello, hand on the shoulder of his buddy as they talk, kind.

He loves tackling his family members into bear hugs.

Isn't a jealous type at all, very chill. Even when he was younger. He didn't mind his girlfriend bantering with other guys at work, he trusted her completely. Though if he felt like she was uncomfortable, he would subtly step in to help.

Mornings with him are like - he either is there, making a coffee for him and his wife, being cuddly and warm. Or his wife wakes up to him just not being there, out on another ‘job trip’. He hates to leave her like that, to find out in the morning, but he also never has the heart to see her trying to stop him.

A fairly social guy. Still goes to the same bar as when he was young. Though he doesn't drink as much. He likes to play billiards, and is fairly decent at it. Also sometimes plays darts, very bad at it.

He seems like a fairly open guy, who shares everything, like he got nothing to hide and shares too much. But that's a facade and he knows well how to keep secrets. His wife and really good friends can tell though, but he never lets them confront him about anything.

A bit of a tossup, if he remembers about their wedding anniversary. He either has everything nicely planned out or he completely forgets. But he never dismisses it and if he does forget, he tries his best to make up for it.

He has a bad habit of biting his nails.

He can fall asleep anywhere. It helps him on his trips on board. He had fallen asleep on the back of the truck, a random stack of hay, under the Inspector's booth…

There isn't much that can turn him off away from a person. He dealt with deception, cocky assholes and much more. He is not a doormat, but he forgives easily.

One thing he absolutely hates is abusing children or animals. No respect or forgiveness for those.

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Hey!! As soon as I read Poly I immediately wanted to know your HC on the poly main four...but if you don't ship that then can you tell me your Stenny HC?

Ofccc I don't mind poly M4 I'll do HCs on them! :D

This is probably age-uped to young adults btw

1. They like to give each other presents. But!

- Cartman doesn't like to give physical presents (like, small gifts) bc he doesn't really see anything special in them, and also the greed that he still had from his childhood not always lets him to do so. But he most likely to take his boyfriends somewhere nice, like restaurants, entertainment places, shopping centers and all that stuff.

- Kenny is an entire opposite to Cartman. Even when he grows older and has enough money, he still is struggling with wasting large sums so he's not the type of guy to take Stan, Kyle and Eric somewhere fancy. But he likes to make small gifts, and he's very dedicated to that. He's also very attentive to details: like, if Stan says that he saw a game that he always wanted to play, Kenny'd buy him it. And overall if someone mentions a gift that they really want, Kenny will remember that.

- Of all of them, Stan is the least fan of gifts. Although he's usually not the initiator of gift exchanging, if someone gifts him something, he'd be very responsible at finding something in return. Like, seriously, one time Kyle got him a small present at the mall and said "I don't know, just reminded me of you", and Stan went on a whole research on what he should give Kyle in return. He knows Kyle very well, but still usually doesn't trust his own taste in gifts, so he would definitely ask Cartman and Kenny for advise. Kenny helped to navigate, Cartman helped to choose and...Stan bought what he first thought of anyways.

– Kyle is...Complicated. He's as much greedy as Cartman, but he doesn't really talk about plus he'd grown to overcome it a little better. He genuinely saying sucks at giving presents (like, gifting), but here's the other thing: He usually shares his stuff with his boyfriend to the point where his stuff is not only his. "Yes, Kenny, you can borrow any food you want from my fridge", "Here, take my scarf, Stan", "I don't need that, you can use it, Cartman". That kind of stuff. He sometimes complains that guys take his stuff so often, but it's his way of repaying them and making them happy. But romantic gifts? He sucks two times more. He's the type of guy to bring flowers on a date, even tho they know each other for ten years. Still, he likes enjoys giving presents

2. I do this with every poly ship of mine: In which order the guys got together romantically. Expect it's a bit complicated for them, because they've always been a group lol

Stenny, they're the most fastburn of them all and would realize their feelings relatively early > Stan still has his awful crush on Kyle but haven't told Kenny about it yet > Meanwhile Kyman's relationships are staring to develop > Kenman are hanging out together and something is happening > Stan first talks to Kenny, Kenny says he's okay with Stan having other crushes and that he wasn't surprised it's Kyle > Stan confesses to Kyle, Kyle doesn't reject him, but says he needs time to think > Kyman get together and Stan thinks it's kinda over for him and Kyle > Kenman are still hanging out and things are still happening > Kenman get together and they freak Kyle and Stan out by that /pos > Style have a tough conversation and eventually get together too > atp they already realize that the poly circle has happened, so then Stanman and K2 get together too