#but mainly just screech reaction

[zeodyme-delacross]

excuse me while i just...

i am SCREECHING FLAILING BANGING MY FISTS ON MY DESK AND KICKING MY FEET he's so FUCKING COOL YES SHOW OFF BABBY hhhhhhhhh the tiny details in that close up?!?????! the smollest chips in his armor???!!!! he moves so deadly dance im ~swooning~ tHE HEAD TILT AKLFHJAFGAFHAH OOOOOOH YOU MADE HIM MADDDDD that roar though oooof FLIPS!!! the way igris is -following- to land more blows even as jin woo is airborne from the last one~ godsss mkay nooooope stop cutting away plzzzz i cant take the back and forth of low energy world build and high energy battle someone Please make an edit of just the fight i am BEGGING hhhhh the Swoosh of his sword~~~ HEY WOAH NO THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MADE OF LIGHT BLOOD YOU JERKS ugh. rude …..mkay the sudden eye glow has me oof i wont lie but like not as much as the boi

hhhh. shade igris next episode… i can't wait......

[moonfurthetemmie]

there was a conversation happening in The Discord Server about consensual cannibalism, which eventually derailed from its original context in real-life to the blorbos from our heads

Eventually, a question was asked: Are there any guardians/spirits who’d eat another guardian?

And I could think of a handful of JMV/DINTIS OCs from AUs I haven’t shared here...

...then I realized that Gonzalo and Petruccio probably would. with each other's consent.

double check the tags before you read please

rambling and brainstorming

I wasn’t sure at first whether it would be some contrived ritual for their Lord, or their own thing that had nothing to do with Yighraru

But I think it would more likely be the latter. Some form of “We will never truly be apart; we’ll always have a piece of each other with us.”

And it’s probably been happening for a while, by the present day. Several years, I think. They might not even remember when or how it started.

I’m still working out some details, but I think it'd be a regular every week/every other week thing. possibly. I'm also imagining specifically before they turn in for the night, which consequently gives them time to regenerate before the morning.

Since guardians/spirits can’t get sick, there’d be no consequences for them if they ate raw meat, so they could theoretically just take bites out of each other.

And I think they probably do? But do they do it like that all the time? Or would they cut pieces off sometimes? If they do, how much? Would they prepare it? How much of that depends on Sortino not being anywhere near the kitchen?

Although, I think, unfortunately for the mental state of everyone else, it would be a thing they do in private but not something they take drastic measures to hide. So if someone found out (or, worse, saw something), they wouldn’t really care. They might even think it’s funny to see how they react

So if they do cut pieces off and want it prepared, they might ask Sortino to do it. They likely wouldn’t outright tell him what the mystery meat is, but the whole thing would be weird enough that he would probably be afraid to ask.

They just…brought these cuts of meat and asked him to make something with them. They’re so fresh, they’re still warm and bloody. One is specifically for Gonzalo and the other for Petruccio. They might be limping slightly. They might have suspicious bandages. They’re definitely acting a little odder than usual. It’s pretty late and most if not all of the others are asleep.

He doesn’t want to know. He pretends they keep hunting wild boars or something and are just being particular because they're already kind of insane. He might be the only one they make an effort to hide it from, but only because they think he’d stop helping if he knew. And his cooking is so good :((

The age-old question: WHY??

It’s possible, I think, that since they spent almost all of Petruccio’s childhood (and most of Gonzalo’s) relying on the villagers for food, there was a period of time where they didn’t eat very well. They could scavenge stuff from the remains of the village, but not for 8+ years. Some things would go bad faster than they could find and eat it.

And it probably didn’t occur to them that it would happen, until they started having trouble finding anything. So they had to learn how to hunt almost entirely on their own (aside from maybe getting some tips from the occasional traveler), and while they were hungry.

There may have been a point where they were hungry enough to eat just about anything.

Most likely, Petruccio couldn’t bear to see Gonzalo so miserable and hungry, and since they can easily regenerate, offered to let Gonzalo take a few bites from him. Gonzalo didn’t want to hurt him, but he was so hungry that he said he’d do it if Petruccio did the same to him. So it wasn’t just him getting something to eat and Petruccio getting hurt and continuing to starve. Petruccio didn’t like the idea of it, but decided that making sure Gonzalo ate something was more important.

It sustained them for a few more days. But eventually they were hungry again. And Gonzalo had a tentative suggestion.

Between them (mainly Gonzalo) being so young, and their minds and sanity being warped by the rings, they were kind of starting to like the taste. But I think it continued mainly because they got curious how different various areas of their bodies would taste; like different cuts of meat from the same animal. Bacon isn't quite the same as a pork chop, and those aren't quite like pork spare ribs, but it all comes from pigs. Chicken breast isn't quite the same as chicken wings. Etc.

Over time they got used to the feeling of literally having bites taken out of them and didn’t do more than wince, so it could've slowly become more of a regular thing.

And I think eventually it did turn into a bizarre and horrifying form of "we'll always have a piece of each other with us" and it did become a regular thing, even once they were able to regularly and reliably feed themselves and didn't have to go hungry.

If that is what happened, then they almost definitely won't have remembered how it started, because they've been doing it for over a fucking century. Petruccio's a bit more likely to remember, being older when it happened, but still.

"Moon why are you making them do this"

horror au

Also I want to see what happens if and when they snap out of it and get some goddamn therapy. the more fucked up stuff i pile on the more angst we get in recovery.

I'm especially curious to see if they'd actually stop the cannibalism entirely.

They both agree to it, they make sure not to grievously injure each other, they aren't getting sick from it.

I feel like it might somewhat depend on who their therapist is (they are a bonded pair. do not separate. attempting to will severely negatively affect the recovery process) and whether or not they even bother mentioning it.

It's been going for so long that I don't think they'd see any reason to stop, beyond deciding they don't feel like doing it anymore. If their therapist was like 'oh my god what the fuck' and harped on it being Very Bad, they'd probably stop eventually, but it'd probably take a lot of convincing because of aforementioned reasoning. What's the problem? They're not seriously hurting each other.

Whatever therapist they get is almost definitely going to be quite horrified by it regardless. But as I said; it's entirely consensual, they're not seriously harmed, and they can't get sick from it. Plus they just regenerate any parts of their body that get removed. Someone may decide that it's probably okay, even if it still freaks them out. And probably comes in to the next session with a bunch of resources to go over with the two to make sure they're being as safe as possible.

"wow you got deep into that"

IRL cannibalism is terrifying. But it's awesome in fiction. Excellent plot device, great way to make things more horrifying, can be a metaphor for a lot of stuff.

Consensual cannibalism (IRL) is in a particularly weird place in my brain where it's like. Okay. That's horrifying. but if it is totally consensual, and measures are taken to make sure it's as safe as possible, then...?

Consensual cannibalism in fiction is really fun to play with, for above mentioned reasons; especially the metaphor thing. also adding regeneration like Gonzalo and Petruccio's makes it a little more interesting. Is it less horrific because they're not slowly killing each other, or more horrific because they can theoretically do it forever?

[heart-eyed-love]

Making Moves

Summary | Eddie tries to make a move on you

Contains | Fem!Reader, Friends-to-Lovers, Cursing, Eddie being a typical boy, Sweet kisses :)

Word Count | 900ish

Eddie thought tonight was the perfect time to make a move. It was just you and him. No Wayne, No Hellfire, just the two of you. Alone.

You both sat in the living room of his trailer as some movie you picked played on the screen. He wasn’t really paying attention to it, he was mainly thinking about how he wanted to go about this… or maybe he’s stalling.

But every minute that passed of the movie he felt like his chance of doing this tonight was getting smaller.

Fuck, was it always this hot in here?!

He can admit he’s feeling slightly nervous. I mean last time he tried putting the moves on one of his friends, it sent her screeching away from him, and ultimately they ended up remaining friends. Yeah, it was definitely a humbling experience.

So he’d prefer if it didn’t go down that same way with you.

Which is why he’s been feeling it out, he’s been paying close attention to you and how you act around him, and based on what he’s gathered, you might feel the same.

Fuck it, he thinks. Just do it.

He simply begins moving his arm to the back of the couch behind you. Laying his arm out, and moving closer, just slightly, hoping it’s not too intense.

You had yet to notice the proximity between the two of you now. But after you suddenly get a whiff of something. Snapping your head to Eddie, brows furrowed confusedly.

It’s now you notice how close he is.

“What?” His brows are furrowed now too, different reasoning though. Scared he might be getting the wrong reaction, he withdraws his arm slightly.

And now you’re laughing.

He furrows his brows even further, “What are you laughing about?!”

“Your armpits fucking reek!” You giggle out, now holding your shirt over your nose for extra dramatics. His cheeks slightly redden and he looks at you offendedly.

“No, they don’t. Don’t be so dramatic…” He lifts his armpit to his nose and smells. Shit, maybe they did smell a little, he must have been a bit more nervous than he thought.

“Smells like you actually play sports!” You’re still giggling, and Eddie rolls his eyes at your teasing. A tiny bit embarrassed that this is what him trying to make a move led to, but whatever.

“You think this is so funny, don’t you?” He glares, and you smirk back at him.

“Obviously.” You chuckle, “I’m not sure why you were shoving your armpit in my face though…” You add teasingly.

“I wasn’t shoving it in your face, Y/n.” He deadpans. You smile at how easy it is to get him riled up.

“Sure you weren’t…”

He rolls his eyes once again, “You know what?” and he’s now pinning you down to the couch, shoving his armpit into your face forcing you to smell it, “You thought I was shoving it in your face before?!” He’s laughing now, and you squirm underneath him.

“Eddie stop!” you’re screeching, but you can’t help but giggle as well. He thinks he likes this kind of screeching way better, than the alternative of getting rejected.

Sure, the move he made might have gone unnoticed but at least he was able to make you laugh.

But has he continued playfully torturing you, you find enough strength, even through laughter, to push him off. Sending him to the floor with a ���humph’, unexpectedly he pulls you down with him.

Falling on top of him, you sit up to look down at him, he’s rising slightly in his elbows. Silence falls around you both as you look at each other, both of your gazes soften, like there’s something unsaid that you both seem to finally understand…

He sits up a little more and you shift on top of him slightly, he brushes a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. Your eyes widen, surprised by how forward he seems to be right now. You feel your cheeks tingle.

He then leans in a small amount, and then hesitates.

Holy Shit! Was this really happening?!

You lean in slightly too, but you hesitate as well, you want him to do it. You want him to make the final push, and he does. He lingers for a second before slowly moving his lips to yours and catching them in a soft kiss.

You melt into it immediately, sighing into the kiss as you feel his hand curl around the back of your neck. The kiss was a sweet one, not wanting to push the limits too much yet, and a soft smile spreads on your face once he pulls away gently, still close and now looking you in the eyes.

“That move was way better than the other one…”

He narrows his eyes at you, suppressing the smile that’s begging to form, “Oh? So you knew I was making a move? You just have to make everything difficult for me, don’t you?”

You smirk at him, nodding. “It’s just more fun that way…” You shrug, and he’s pulling himself out from under you, causing you to fall back on the floor. You watch him scramble to his feet, and he’s rushing off. “Hey! Where are you going?”

You’re looking up at him with softened eyes, and he feels himself softening too, before a smirk pulls at his lips, “To put more deodorant on… I have a feeling it’s gonna get a lot more steamy in here…” He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly and you're already rolling your eyes.

But once he’s out of view you let the smile overtake your face, feeling the butterflies fluttering inside your stomach.

Smelling foul and he still has a hold on you.

[seaslugfanclub]

Heyyy !!! Love your writtings and drawings !! You Rock !! And I was really curious about your thoughts on Y/N and Ratigan's relationship! Like how Ratigan grew to like them and all- I have a funny headbanging that the park Attendant managed to save him from Lucifer the cat one time XD

Ratigan and (Y/N)’s First Introduction

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Being in the Disney parks is overwhelming enough, but try being less than a foot tall.

Oh sure, Disney can bring all of these fictional characters to reality, but guess it was too much work for them to size up the smaller characters!

Ratigan is not having a good time. Just like his entire life, he’s had to fight tooth and nail for even a modicum of respect. Now he has to fight even harder to get a room to himself.

Disney didn’t think that far ahead about having a rodent sized villain living amongst the others. For the first few weeks of Ratigan new existence, he had to rely on his extensive talents in order to carve out a small space for himself in the villains breakout room

Oh, how humiliating it was to sleep behind a wall socket like some common vermin!!

And the food situation! It’s nearly impossible to get access to the fridge, and the cabinets have nothing that could even begin to match his expensive tastes.

Not to mention the other villains less than stellar reactions to seeing a ra- ahem- a mouse in their living area

Most of the female villains would screech at the sight of him, jumping onto chairs and demanding for the male villains to kill him.

Yes… it certainly hasn’t been all champagne and caviar…

Ratigans new life only began to improve after his less than respectable meeting with the park attendant (Y/N)

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“(Y/N).”

The park attendant wiped off their brow, setting down a box full of spare costumes to turn towards the intimidating woman in the doorway.

“Oh, good afternoon Lady Tremaine. How’re you doing?”

Tremaine didn’t bother with the pleasantries,

“I have not seen Lucifer since breakfast. Would you have any idea where the little creature is?”

(Y/N) shook their head, “No, ma’am. I’m sorry.”

“Well I have matters to attend to soon, and I need Lucifer with me. Find him.”

With nothing but a small grimace, Lady Tremaine left, her shoes tapping sharply against the linoleum tiles of the hallway.

“…..ok…”

(Y/N) shuffled in place for a moment, beginning to think of the cats usual whereabouts.

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“Luci!! C’mon baby! *pst pst pst*

(Y/N) shook a bag of Lucifer’s dry food, hoping the sound would lure the chunky cat out of hiding.

They had been searching for a good 15 minutes without any sign of the feline, and (Y/N) was beginning to feel an anxious flutter in their chest.

Turning up empty handed to Lady Tremaine was not an option.

(Y/N)’s search had lead them to a quieter wing of the villains building, this area mainly being used for storage and management meetings. The park attendant stopped for a moment, hoping to hear the sound of little paws, before going back to shaking the dry food.

“*pst pst pst pst pst* C’mon Luci, your mama’s looking for—” (Y/N) paused, faint scuffling could be heard further down the hall.

Finally!

(Y/N) followed the sound, approaching one of the storage rooms at the end of the hallway, but the closer they got to the scuffling, something else could be heard.

….Yelling?

The door was already slightly ajar when (Y/N) fully pushed their way into the room, causing two pairs of eyes to meet them.

In the back of the room, amongst filing cabinets and schedules of years past was Lady Tremaine’s cat, Lucifer, who’s claws were primed and at the ready… and the heaving body of Professor Ratigan pressed into a corner.

From the look on both of their faces, (Y/N) walked in on something intense, although Lucifer’s expression was one of disappointment while the professors was one of quiet relief.

“LUCIFER—The hell are you doing!?!!! Go, your mama’s been looking for you!” (Y/N) yelled at the cat, who seemed physically pained to leave the rodent alone. Reluctantly, Lucifer trudged pass the park attendant, who was still admonishing him.

“Like you’re not fed enough! What, Where you dropped as a kitten!?”

Once (Y/N) saw Lucifer’s tail disappear around the corner, they immediately turned their attention towards the still cornered Ratigan.

“Professor, are you alright!? I am so. sorry.”

They dropped the bag of cat food to rush towards the rodent, slamming down onto their knees as their eyes flitted over Ratigans form.

His chest was rapidly going up and down, Ratigan obviously still trying to catch his breath. His usually slicked back hair was now falling in front of his face as he stared up at (Y/N).

He seems frazzled, but thankfully free of any scratches or missing appendages.

“…alright?” Ratigan heaved after a few moments of silence, “You asked if I’m alright? OH YOU MENTALLY DEFECTIVE WRETCH, HOW ON EARTH COULD I EVER BE A L R I G H T???”

(Y/N) flinched at the sudden increase of volume, staring down at the now manic looking rodent in shock.

“Ever since I’ve been brought to this demented park, I’ve been nothing but humiliated and scorned! Forced to fend for myself like the common vermin because YOU PEOPLE didn’t have an iota of sense that taking me from the grave would cause me to live amongst GIANTS”

Ratigan began pacing, his eyes wild as he continued,

“I have had to scrounge and scrap to continue this miserable existence, reduced to living off of stale crackers and tap water, to lay my head beneath electrical wires. I’ve been forced to scavenge in these back rooms for supplies since every employee runs off at the sight of me before I can even open my mouth for the simplest of requests. Oh! And let’s not forget me being preyed upon by that devil in feline form! I’ve been hunted by that beast for the past few hours, nearly meeting my second demise! Left alone to die like a cretin, like I’m NOTHING. DO ANY OF YOU KNOW WHO I AM? DO ANY OF YOU KNOW WHO I USED TO BE? I HAVE NOTHING NOW. NOTHING.”

Finally his tiny body gave out, Ratigan collapsing to the carpet dramatically, arm covering his eyes.

“Oh…I’d have been better off a bloated corpse in the Thames.”

(Y/N) couldn’t find any words, watching helplessly as Ratigan sprawled across the floor. Their throat felt tight.

They’d only been hired several months ago, and they’ve only just begun getting along with a few Villains. (Y/N) rarely saw Professor Ratigan, and when they did they reasoned that he had the same provisions that the other smaller Disney rodents had.

When (Y/N) first arrived, they got to meet Ms. Bianca and Mr. Bernard in front of their tiny apartment styled home, which was built into one of the walls of the Disney Protagonist’s building. During the quick introduction, it seemed that the company had thought of everything the couple could’ve needed.

Guess the same quality of service didn’t apply to villains…

(Y/N) sat in silence for a few minutes, allowing Ratigans words to fully sink in, before finally speaking up.

“I didn’t— …..I’m sorry.”

Ratigan didn’t lift his arm from his eyes, “Please. Spare me your pity, human.”

“Oh please, don’t start with that— I’m sorry that you’ve been screwed over, I wasn’t aware that the company’s been this irresponsible.”

Slowly, (Y/N) reached out their hand, palm open in offering,

“I’m still pretty new here, but I think I’ve got a way to pull a few strings…”

Finally lifting his arm, Ratigan looked up at the park attendant. The scent of their sincerity almost nauseating, but what else did he have to lose?

Taking (Y/N)s palm as an invitation, he lifted himself off the carpet and onto (Y/N)s hand.

Oh, how low he’s stooped.

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Turns out (Y/N)’s “few strings” was the one of the villains that they had managed to befriend. With Ratigan in hand, (Y/N) went all the way to the other side of the building to the villains lounge, where they explained the professors dilemma to a very confused Hades, asking for his help.

As distrustful as Ratigan was around humans, he could appreciate this park attendants persuasiveness through subtle manipulation and use of accumulated favors.

Hades, who’s always been a fan of things creepy and crawly, (and also wanted to earn some brownie points with (Y/N) ) agreed to help their little charity case

Half an hour later Ratigan still sat in (Y/N)’s hands, looking up at the now nervous park attendant as they fidgeted in place, staring at the door of their managers office.

After a few minutes and some smoke leaking from underneath the doorway, a very pleased Hades opened the door. The god strolled up to (Y/N), patting them on the back and commenting how “he warmed him up for you” and was about to leave before acknowledging Ratigan in their palm.

“Ya’ better be grateful, tiny. You’ve found the only person in this park who gives a shit about you.”

Just as Ratigan was about to demand an explanation on what (Y/N) was planning, the park attendant strode into the office. Where the pair met eyes with a very pale manager.

The previous anxiousness on (Y/N)s face instantly melted into professionalism, introducing themselves, then placed Ratigan on the managers desk and asking him to share his current quality of life with the sweating man before him.

One slightly confused but melodramatic explanation later, (Y/N) went on to say how “disturbing” it was to see this type of mistreatment in a company who had bragged about the quality of their intellectual properties well being, and that it would be “unfortunate if word about Disneys beloved characters being mistreated got out to the general public, especially those protesting Disneys new holographic AI.”

(Y/N) went on to virtually demand that the company recorrect this oversight, and give Ratigan a fully furnished living space and amenity’s just like the other mice in the park.

The office was dead silent once (Y/N) had finished speaking.

The manager dabbed the sweat from his forehead, cleared his throat, and nodded. The pasty man tried to come up with excuses for the company before conceding, agreeing with (Y/N)s “request” and apologizing to Ratigan, who for once in his life was speechless.

(Y/N) and Ratigan left the managers office with the promise of Ratigans new home being fully constructed within two months, and full permission to take any food/ rodent sized items from the protagonists building.

Ratigan, who was still dazed with the sudden change of luck, was dropped off in the Villains lounge. (Y/N) promising to pick up some fresh food and maybe a rodents sized bed from the “good guys place” before running out of the room.

It wouldn’t be until months later that he’d fully express his gratitude…. But for now, he admitted , he is lucky that he found the one person in this park who gave a shit him.

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Hope this answers your request! I thought it’s be nice to learn how Ratigan and (Y/N) first met!

I’ll definitely make another post about their friendship and more fluff, but how could I resist writing some angst? 😭

[echantedtoon]

Can you please write Dad Top 3 moons reaction to their babies being scared of ridiculous things? 😭 I need more dad upper moons.

KOKUSHIBO:

-It started with him agreeing to watch the twins so you could finally get a full night's sleep for once. They're more active at night than day(I wonder who they got that from). So there he was, sat down upon his knees and meditating while subconsciously keeping an eye on the two chunky babies aimlessly toddling around.

-Until one of his twins happens to curiously look at his sword- And a screech right out of some horror story erupts from their chest as they stared at their own distorted reflection within the blade. Of course one baby screeching bloody murder is enough to jolt him wide alert.

-"What is..wrong?" He's quick to instantly turn to the small child crying their eyes out and holding up their hands to be picked up, to which he does but he's very confused about what made them cry as there's nothing there to warrant them being this scared. He's pretty smart so eventually he figures out it has something to do with his sword.

-his first reaction would be to try and show his baby that it's just a sword/their reflection in the moonlight but that only causes them to scream more before hiding in his shoulder. Of course one twin crying would make the other cry, so know he's holding two screaming crying babies in his arms gently rocking them and trying to get them to hush before they wake you. He definitely makes a mental note to get a sheath for his katana now.

DOUMA:

-You ever seen one of those videos on YouTube with a baby afraid of their own shadow? That's Douma's child. The baby just never noticed the shadow before because of how often Douma holds them and they're mainly awake at night when there's not much light.

-But as they start walking more they'll develop the habit of following Daddy around to which Doumas absolutely ecstatic about and isn't his spawn the cutest thing ever! Well one day he just happens to pass by a room with a fireplace and as his mini me is toddling after him they just happen to look down.

-Douma almost trips over himself hearing his little scream behind him and whirled around to them just standing there bawling their eyes out. "Oh, dear me. What's gotten into my little lotus bud?" The baby's answer was to just continue crying calling for him and holding out his hands. "Do you want Daddy to pick you up? Oh. Is someone tired from all that nasty walking?"

-He tries to pick him up but is confused when the baby screams seeing Douma's bigger shadow. The baby now running back towards the unlit part of the room where there was no shadows. It takes Douma a good ten minutes trying to approach them as they scream at the ground to figure out that his spawn was afraid of shadows. But he thinks it's the most hilarious thing EVER. 

-Which is why when you hear your baby crying in the nursery you're shocked to see Douma holding up your baby to the wall with a lantern in the other hand. "What on earth are you doing?!" "Exposure therapy!" He's kicked out of your shared bedroom again for at least a month.

AKAZA:

-Perhaps I should've thought this through first." That's what Akaza first says while surveying the damage his fists had done to the nursery's floors and walls. To be fair those small spiders and beetles had it coming for scaring his precious little baby now curled up happy against his chest.

-He had just been helping with cleaning up the house and watching the baby so you could rest(10/10 husband and dad right there-) when he had heard his precious little bean screaming bloody murder from the nursery. 

He'd nearly kicked the door off it's hinges getting ready to fight off and intruding demon or perhaps a slayer that had discovered them but instead all he saw was his baby clutching onto a plushie and screaming at a harmless little beetle that had wondered into their play space. Well adrenaline already pumping through his veins and the thought of 'how dare this puny insect make my baby cry' was a bad combination because it left him putting quite a few holes in the wall and floors chasing after the pesky bug.

-"Your Mom's gonna kill me." The baby only laughs at his pale face hearing footsteps from you coming to see what all the racket was but then freezing seeing the fist sized holes in the wall and floors. "AKAZA!! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!" "I-I can explain!"

[axryl]

hellooo, first time writing for scara 🫣 pls lmk if i did well on this HAHAHAHA (mainly because i feel that he’s ooc here, but at the same time i hc that he tends to tone down his habit of calling people names on reader)

might make a part 2, but it depends if this does well

inspired by: backyard boy by claire rosinkranz

neighbor!scaramouche… who’s just moved in next door with his mom and his twin sister. from the window of your room, you watch him bring boxes in from the moving truck; and for a moment, he locks eyes with you. 

neighbor!scaramouche… who wears a scowl as he tends to the flowers planted by his mom in the backyard. you steal nervous glances at him, opting to stare at him from the corner of your eye when his back is turned in hopes that he wouldn’t catch you staring again.

neighbor!scaramouche… who drops by your place with his family, at the invitation from your own mom for a “welcome to the neighborhood” dinner. he reluctantly walks into the house, eyes trailing to every decoration and picture frame hung before his gaze finally lands on you.

—

you introduce yourself awkwardly to him, outstretching your hand for a handshake as your other fiddles with the hem of your shirt. his mother, who goes by the name “ei”, replies to you before he utters a word. 

“don’t mind him, he’s shy,” she sends a small smile your way, “kunikuzushi. his name is kunikuzushi.”

the man in question only sighs heavily, bringing a hand to scratch the side of his neck. 

“and yours?” he mutters.

you tilt your head in confusion, “my what?”

“your name, stupid.”

—

neighbor!scaramouche… who introduces himself to you properly. this time, on your backyard porch, as he insists that he goes by the name “scaramouche”. he hums in acknowledgment to your own introduction, albeit you being embarrassed from your previous confusion.

neighbor!scaramouche… who you get to know more as the adults chatter in the dining room of your home. he and his sister share an occasional banter as the three of you hang out, and you find yourself grinning at the snarky remarks the two siblings send to each other.

neighbor!scaramouche… who says he plays guitar when a guitar instrumental comes on from your speaker. 

—

“and he’s not good at it,” his sister, raiden shogun, snickers.

scaramouche rolls his eyes in return, “as if you’re good with that damn violin either, the thing practically screeches in agony when you play.”

raiden gasps dramatically, bringing a hand to her chest, and you only giggle as you take in the scene of raiden sending a light punch to his shoulder.

he clicks his tongue in annoyance at her punch before shoving her off him. scaramouche then turns to you, his expression switching from one of irritation to one with a softer touch to it.

“i can play to you sometime, i guess. if i-” he cuts himself off, coughing into his fist, “i mean, if you have the time for it.”

your eyes widen at his words. did he really just offer to spend time with you? well damn, if you had known the invitation from your mom would lead to this you’d have been the one to deliver the news yourself. 

with thoughts running a million miles an hour, you snap yourself out of it before letting a smile grow on your face. 

“sure, that would be okay.”

—

neighbor!scaramouche… who at the end of the night, turns to you while both of your families bid each other goodbye and thanks for the dinner. he awkwardly hands you a small piece of crumpled paper, before quickly leaving out of the door with his family before he could see your reaction to his number scribbled messily on the surface.

neighbor!raiden shogun… who watches the scene unfold in front of her as she stands in a way that’s similar to this emoji, “🧍‍♀️”. when scaramouche finally leaves your home, a smirk grows on her face as she notices the red tips of her brother’s ears.

[lightlycareless]

Hey I'm sorry for spamming you again 😭

But... imagine Y/N and Naoya pulling this prank on Naomi. I get that Naomi would be so mad at both of them

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1cVXQwrHjV/?igsh=MWhrd3pvdWt4Nml2dQ==

Hello!!!

Sorry for the late reply, but I have to say, this never left my mind. This was really cuuuuuteeeeeeeee!!!!!!! I just had to oblige omg and don't worry about spamming me, I love it keep it coming!!!

You know what I think? Naoya is actually the one to suggest this. By doing so is when  when you know he’s completely accepted his role as a father and is enjoying doing so. Jfc thank you for sending in this NOW ONTO THE DRABBLE.

Warnings: none. Fluff. Naomi is a growing baby :’).

Naoya didn’t have any social media presence before you.

No, scratch that. He had a presence, only that it entailed stalking following you back then when he barely started to know you.

Once the two began to date, you convinced him to open up a proper Instagram, mainly so you could fill it with posts of you and him together, tag him on your pictures, and to make it easier to share things whenever the two are apart.

However, when you two finally have a beautiful daughter named Naomi, everything changes.

Besides opening an account of her own (only for friends and family of course, everyone else can jump off a cliff for all they care) to record of her day by day, from the cute matching outfits you’d dress her in, to her achievements, or simply anything she did that you found remotely funny.

Naturally, Naoya keeps up with every single thing that you post + all the messages you send him regarding his family; he is the first one to like and react and all in between as soon as you post them, and soon, he’s even looking for inspiration on what else to fill her feed with…

Or simply spend time with Naomi.

Thus, he begins to follow family content, accounts that suggest activities and places to go to with his lovely daughter… or innocent pranks to partake in.

That’s how the video came to be.

“What do you think? Shall we do it?” Naoya says, offering his phone to you.

“Oh… well, I don’t know.” You murmur, and not because you didn’t want to, but rather… “Naomi is too sweet, I don’t think she’s going to do anything besides giggle!”

“We don’t lose anything by trying.” He insists. “It’ll be funny if she does something, though. Might be able to record it too.”

“Alright, alright!” you quickly agree, not that really need much convincing. “We can do it once she wakes up from her nap!”

Thus, after little Naomi wakes up, as well as checking if she’s neither hungry nor in need for a change, Naoya is the first one to assume position, getting beneath the soft, warm covers and subsequently closing his eyes, ready to act as if he were asleep and let this prank begin.

“Go with papa, pumpkin!” you whisper once gently placing on the futon, just beside Naoya. She’d then begin to crawl over to him.

Naoya tried his best to not laugh at Naomi’s adorable coos and babbles, the ones clearly intending to call for her father’s attention, only to cruelly receive none of it.

She’d persist on by grabbing onto a handful of his hair and pulling it, hoping that by this he’ll finally stop acting the fool and look at her!

But after a few attempts, Naomi eventually gives up and instead does the most unexpected, cutest thing that either could’ve hoped, which was to nuzzle against his chest, close her eyes, and fall asleep once more.

How the two managed to not screech out of happiness is a mystery to remain, as well as his resistance to keep still while Naomi laid on him, perhaps the most difficult endeavor he had to endure in his whole life—no special grade mission could compete!

Either way, it was an adorable reaction that amounted to taking a few pictures, which both would fondly look at in the future.

Yet, your curiosity still demanded to know what kind of reaction Naomi would have towards you, thus, in another occasion, you’d replicate the same scenario although now in Naoya’s shoes, silently hoping that you’d also get a semblance of Naomi’s adorableness, not that you weren’t getting much of it any other time of the day, but you couldn’t allow yourself to be left out!!

So, you lay on the futon, with your husband placing Naomi besides you, doing your best to not giggle when she begins to prod at you, repeating somewhat of the same actions as she did with her father… though there was to be a slightly more aggressive edge to her actions, almost as if she’d caught onto their intentions and grew annoyed by it.

Perhaps… too annoyed, for this would be the first time either saw a new side of Naomi, the one that described far beyond a simple baby that radiated nothing but happiness and sunshine, a personality to be discovered, if not handled, because these negative emotions would be the first she’d ever experienced, and thus, ignorant on how to deal with them—unknowingly taking them out on you.

“Ouch!” you immediately shriek when Naomi’s small hand sharply slams against your cheek, repetitively doing so across your face until you eventually intervened by grabbing her arms. “No, don’t hurt mama!”

“Naomi!” Naoya gasps, quickly lifting her away from you. She whines, trying to fight against his hold while trying to reach out for you again. “No, Naomi, stop!”

“Nnghh bah!!” she protests, furiously trying to squirm her way out of his arms but failing. “Mah!”

“I won’t let you go back to mama if you’re going to keep hurting her!” Naoya declares, and for the briefest of moments Naomi seems to understand, enough for her to eventually quiet down and cease her rebuttal, but not from pouting or crying.

“Naomi… I would never ignore you intentionally!” you say, stretching your arms to hug her. Naoya lets her go with much hesitance, although by that point, Naomi could only express her regret. “It was just a silly prank, no need to be upset.”

Naomi pouts, as if embarrassed before resting her face onto your chest, sniffles eventually turning into hiccups.

“But that doesn’t mean it’s ok to hurt me, sweetie.” You add. “You hurt mama very bad.”

Naomi whines, and both know that even when young, she wholeheartedly regrets her actions.

Once tiring herself by crying, as well after eating a bit, Naomi would eventually fall asleep, giving both parents the perfect moment to ponder about what transpired and how to approach this situation.

“Why did she react that way? I never thought our little pumpkin had it in her, always so adorable…” Naoya sighs, crossing his arms as he relaxes against the wall while watching you prepare the food for that day.

“Well, not that you mention it… Naomi always whined whenever I had to peel my eyes off her.” You admit. “I thought she was being talkative, or simply acting like any other baby would when away from their mom, but I guess it was something deeper than that.”

“Who would’ve thought our daughter was the jealous type?” he snickers, you smile.

“Since she’s got you as a dad.”

“I’m not jea—”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Fine, alright. But I would never hurt you.”

“She’s just a baby, a cute, adorable one that is starting to discover her feelings and how to react to them.” You add. “Naomi must’ve been upset that we tried to do the same thing on her twice, when she just wanted to play.”

“Or that she called for us and we didn’t answer immediately.”

Like we usually do.

You sigh.

“Oh, I must’ve spoiled her horribly!” you cry. “I was advised against giving her too much attention, that it’ll make her more demanding and whatnot…”

“By whom? My relatives?” Naoya frowns, you look away. “I wouldn’t take advise from people that leave their children to their own whenever committing mistakes…”

“I don’t want to do something that will hurt Naomi in the long turn” you quietly admit, looking back at him. “But I’m also scared of reprimanding her, of seeing her upset!”

Raising a daughter was not to be an easy thing, as enthusiastic both were. Her fate, the way she’ll grow up to be, all the achievements she’ll obtain and more greatly rely on what you, as her parents do; in that case, there is no room for mistake…

But luckily for Naomi, she had both her mother and father wanting nothing but what’s best for her, and after understanding what needed to be done, the two began to help her channeling her emotions into something more positive—something that will hopefully branch out into sorcery when the time is right, Naoya hopes.

That didn’t mean Naomi would stop demanding of either your or Naoya’s attention (specifically yours) though in a less aggressive manner. She’d still a bit overzealous whenever others attempted to sway you away from her, (Naoya included) but that wouldn’t last long until she was doted on by the same people that tried to distract her—always loving the attention, Naomi was never one to deny them.

Though her behavior could sometimes become concerning, Naoya and you knew well to enjoy these short moments with her, for it wouldn’t be long before she’d grow up and leave these antics behind, just as most kids did, replacing them with a bit of… apprehension for said demonstrations of affection.

Or preference for pranks, that is.

“When will you two stop doing that?” Naomi would eventually ask after the nth prank that week—at first, they’d make her laugh, then confused, but now, irritated. As expected of a young teenager who wanted nothing but to not appear humiliating to her friends.

“Probably never, little pumpkin.” He answers with a chuckle. “Not when your reactions are hilarious.”

“And when will you stop calling me that?!” Naomi frowns, cheeks red. Naoya laughs once more.

“See?” he shrugs. “You’re not helping yourself, Naomi!”

“Ugh, whatever.” She rolls her eyes, turning around to leave. “Have fun with your lame and old jokes.”

“Old?? I’m not—I’m not old!”

Long are the days where adorable little Naomi would scurry to her parents whenever she could, chubby little hands reaching out for them so they’d carry her, giggling as soon as her cheeks where peppered with kisses.

But she’ll always remain their little one, the one that taught them love at first sight does exist, the wonders of parenthood, as well as what it’s like to be the embarrassing parent for once in their life—a bane they never thought to experience, thinking themselves to be cooler than average, a reality that was quickly shattered with Naomi's sharp refutal.

It's like a cycle, y/n and naoya preaching that they could never be uncool and then... Naomi comes along. hahahah

Anyways, I envisioned for a long time now that Naomi is quite aggressive when it comes to getting what she wants; she probably never shows that because you and naoya just endlessly dote on her—but it becomes quite apparent in situations like this, and of course, when she has siblings.

though with hard work and dedication that stops :> she learns that being jealous about something like that (something that she'll always have) is not the right way to go on with her life and it's also a waste of energy so, she moves on :) I wish naomi could stay a little baby forever tho, writing naoya and y/n as enthusiastic first time parents is 🥺❤️

I truly enjoyed writing this little drabble, it warmed my heart 🥺❤️ thank you so much for sending in this!! I always appreciate whatever you share with me 🤭 I look forward to the next hehe.

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[riddle-me-ri]

a/n:  "The time has come," the walrus said. "To talk of many things:" mainly death…a lot of angst and denial and death…sorry continuing on with the “react to reader dying” series, here are the mad lads! I will also be doing the Pengys too no worries Anyways, enjoy the angst, not sure why but these really got to me and even made me extremely sad rip

Content Warning: death mentions, implied violence, and some blood/gore mentions, and heavy angst.

The Mad Hatters React to Reader Dying in Their Arms

Arkhamverse Mad Hatter:

Jervis shook his head repeatedly.

This…this isn’t real…

Yet, you were in his arms, faintly whispering his name.

Oh gosh, so much blood, so much blood was staining you. 

This is all a dream…a-a terrible dream.

Jervis thinks he sees someone, he cries out but no answer…

He begins sobbing into your shoulder as you go limp in his arms.

Muttering you not to leave, that this has to be a dream, but it’s real.

BTAS Mad Hatter:

Jervis sees red. 

Not just the red of your blood, but the rage towards the person that hurt you.

He almost lunged towards them until he heard your pained cry.

He drops everything and kneels down beside you. 

Instantly checking your wounds whilst holding you as best he can. 

You try to get him to stop fussing so he can listen to you.

You try to assure him what's happening is okay, it's not his fault, you love him and always will no matter what. 

All Jervis can do is nod silently as tears started forming and your body went limp.

TNBA Mad Hatter:

Jervis panicked. 

He shouted your name as you hit the ground. 

For a moment the genius is at a loss for what to do. 

Everything was happening so fast, the blood gushing, his heart racing, his brain turning…

He tries to support you and hold you the best he can, to try and provide some comfort. 

Jervis continues to chant your name, begging you to hang on, you'll be okay. 

Even though he knows deep down you won't be, you're dying.

And he isn't so sure he'll be okay himself. 

Gotham Mad Hatter: 

No, no, no!

He can’t–he WON’T lose you!

Jervis rushes to your aid in an instant.

He slid off his coat and wrapped you in it and tried to put pressure on your wound. 

You're convulsing and panting in his arms and he's trying to shush you, to get you to relax. 

Jervis doesn't even try to hide or force his tears down as he tries to prevent the inevitable. 

He swears to you that he'll get back at the person who did this…

He'll make them lay, they'll be sorry…

But he's also sorry for not protecting you like he said he would. 

Harley Quinn: TAS Mad Hatter:

Jervis is frozen in place. 

Before he screeches your name.

Like other Jervi he definitely panics. 

He's not entirely sure what to do. 

His immediate response is to send his hench-rabbits after the assailant. 

Jervis attempts to hold you and steady you while he thinks…

But despite constantly being surrounded by blood, seeing yours makes him ill.

Jervis is a distraught mess, as he comes to terms that he is losing the only person he's ever cared about.

Joker’s Asylum Mad Hatter:

Jervis is in denial.

No, no, you were fine…you-you HAD to be fine. 

That-that wasn't blood pouring out of you…

It-It was just tea, right? 

You got it all over you…so silly…

Oh you look so pale, your breathing is really shallow…

Oh why do you look so sad? No..no don't close your eyes. 

Jervis cradled your face, the last thing you saw was his eyes going wide with tears in the ducts as he mumbled out a series of no's and please's 

Secret Six Mad Hatter:

Like BTAS, his first reaction is to be angry at the person who hurt you, but you helped break through the anger. 

Jervis hears your voice softly call out to him. 

He snaps out of his enraged reverie and goes back to you. 

He's hyperventilating as he sees your clothes stained with blood.

Jervis can't help but feel paralyzed as he helplessly holds your hand…gripping what's left of your life force. 

Not even his hat can fix this… 

He hugs you close to him, with your head on his shoulder as he takes in the last of your warmth…

Jervis' grief soon turns back into rage as he silently swears his revenge…and heads will roll…

[meta-squash]

I really wish there had been one more episode between Adrift and Fragments in series 2.

I know Adrift isn't really a favorite episode but it leaves some huge unanswered question and does some really interesting character advancement for Gwen. But because Fragments comes next, nothing gets done with any of that.

One of the unanswered questions is: Do Owen and Tosh know about Flat Holm? I think it's easily plausible both ways.

If they know about it, they also are probably very aware of the limitations of such a facility and also the potential consequences (emotional and security-wise) of letting civilians or family members know about it. I wouldn't be surprised if they were told that Flat Holm was need-to-know. (I wouldn't put it past Jack to tell them separately, so they both think no one else knows.) In any case, if they know about Flat Holm, I think by this time in series 2 they would also be able to gauge what Gwen's reaction would be and how she would try and push the limits of this project, when it's already pretty much as good as it can get, considering the nature of, well, everything.

On the other hand, it makes sense that Ianto knows about Flat Holm if he's doing secretarial duties like expenses and supply runs and things like that, and that it was hidden from everyone else.

And then, if they didn't know about it before, were they told about Flat Holm after? Did Gwen tell them? Or Jack? Or Ianto? I imagine they would react in a more reasonable way than Gwen. Perhaps they'd offer some suggestions for changes but I don't think they'd push much.

The other question is, what's Ianto's motive? And what was Jack's response? We know Ianto pointed Gwen to Flat Holm and we know Jack figures it out, but we don't see them talk about it after. Did Ianto give her clues because he knew she wouldn't stop pushing? Did he give her clues because he thought her knowledge of the facility would be helpful? Was he trying to teach her the exact lesson that she learns in the end? How did Jack react when he got back? What was the conversation between them? It's the first time since Lisa that Ianto deliberately defied Jack and went behind his back about something. That's gotta be a pretty intense blow to their relationship and trust, at least in that it will bring up old wounds.

And the entire episode like I said is some interesting character advancement for Gwen. This is the first time her pushing truly and spectacularly blows up in her face in a way that cannot be fixed at all. For the most part every time she fucks up or goes to far either Jack/the team are able to save the day, or she fumbles it back. This time, the damage is done on a level that she can't undo, and she learns that sometimes you can't do more, that it's better not to know things, that sometimes her actions of "caring" do more harm than good, and learns that there's a lot more to Jack and Ianto and the whole business of running Torchwood than she thought.

I just wish there was one more "regular" episode in between Adrift and Fragments, where we get to see how those realizations might have altered how Gwen saw or functioned in the job, and how Jack and Ianto's relationship might have been affected, and stuff like that.

I mean, I know that's what fanfiction is for, of course, but I'd be so interested to know what the actual showrunners would have done with it. Mainly because the trajectory all the characters were going in in the latter half of series 2 was actually pretty interesting, and then it just screeches to a halt.

[deathbxnny]

I see requests are open now.

Time to traumatize Yanqing again.

Imagine a happy, go lucky boy who isn’t afraid of anything. He smiles brightly and does his best to improve his swordsmanship. But the worst moment of his life, the scarring “canon event” that shakes him to his core.

His gn! S/O, who is a horror enthusiast.

He cannot bring himself to enjoy horror movies like they do. He’s scared of Xenomorphs and Necromorphs make him stay awake all night. Supernatural horror makes him ready to beg Jing Yuan to call a priest or something. And don’t even get me started on the games. He’s wrapped like a burrito as his S/O snuggles him while they play horror games. With his back against his s/o, it’s easier to feel safe. But he always flinched at jump scares and hides his face.

He loves his S/O, but the horror genre might be the death of him.

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A/N: This feels accidentally targeted, because I am incapable of handling horror of any kind myself. BUT I absolutely adore old rpg horror games like "Mad Father", "The witch's house" and "IB" (I'm obsessed with them, please tell me someone else out there is too-), so thank you for this request! It's honestly pretty tame in comparison to the other Yanqing angst I've been getting.

Content: Mentions of horror Content with no real description, traumatising Yanqing as usual, fluff, kinda unserious, established relationship, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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Yanqing was taken very much off-guard by your love for horror, as you didn't seem like you were into things like that at first. He didn't think much of it either, mainly as he just saw it as something you really loved. And so, when you asked him if he wanted to see a scary movie with you, he obliged. He was confident that nothing could scare him anyways... or so he thought.

He died inside when the first jumpscare came in and felt his soul leaving by the end of the movie. He was practically unresponsive for a good 10 minutes afterwards, since he didn't expect it to be this bad... or well, bad in his terms, as the movie wasn't scary at all to you after all. You thought that it would be a good starter movie to ease him into the genre, but were clearly in the wrong.

Which is why you decided that video games might be a better way to introduce him to your love for horror. Who doesn't like games, after all? And surely that would be more fun than just watching a movie. Yanqing for some reason foolishly agreed once more out of his deep love for you and ended up wrapped up in endless blankets, leaning against you, as he anticipated the game to start. It was just a game anyway, how scary could it be?

Very scary, is the answer. Next thing you know, he was slapping his hands over his eyes and letting out screeches of terror. You didn't even get through the first level either. You decided to give him the controller, thinking that if he had more control over the game and, that he'll maybe enjoy it and find it less scary. But that resulted in your controller learning how to fly.

Alright, so, Movies didn't work... games didn't work... perhaps fake supernatural TV shows could? They weren't scary anyways and were all staged, so surely, surely, he'll finally begin enjoying something. And it started off fine enough. He didn't seem concerned, maybe found it even a little stupid and funny, when the actors were being obviously very fake with their reactions. But then the paranoia got to him and he began believing that every little creak and sound in the house was a result of ghosts haunting you two... A very grumpy Jing Yuan was definitely called in panic at 3 am that night and he was NOT happy about it.

Yeah... it's safe to say, that you've given up on trying to make him also love horror as much as you do. But that's okay, because he'll support your interests at all times, with all of his heart... from very far away.

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A/N: I hope this was okay, because it was actually pretty funny to write lmao. Not very angsty either, but I deserve a break from the pain for the next request I have to do from the legendary Anon lmao-

But anyways! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoyed it!

[liminal---nightmare-aliza]

how everyone met/reacted to Liminal. (Bad Sanses edition.)

Error: bot beat up almost as soon as Liminal was created. His only thoughts throughout the fight were “OH SHIT”, “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT”, and “I messed up. I VERY MUCH MESSED UP SHIT.”

Dust and Killer: they were the first to return to the castle, and saw Liminal just sitting there on the floor. She screeched at Killer, thinking it was Error again, but Dust managed to calm her down. Killer said “how are we gonna explain THAT to the boss?”, to which Dust replied with something along the lines of “I’m honestly more worried about Horror’s reaction than Nightmare’s.” Ironically, that’s when Nightmare walked in, followed closely by Horror.

Horror: he immediately crouched down next to Liminal, before glaring up at Killer and Dust with a stare that could kill god. But he was mainly worried about the fact that his human was now goopy, so he held off on attacking the two.

Nightmare: he went into full dadmare mode (a rare occurrence in this au. He cares about the bad Sanses, but he doesn’t baby them or anything, so seeing him act like this was quite rare.), asking what had happened and if she was ok. Oddly enough, he asked if she remembered everyone. Later on it’s explained that memories get a bit fuzzy after one eats a dark apple, seeing how it’ll cling to negative emotions and blurs out some stuff. (Liminal’s memories were intact for the most part, don’t worry.)

Cross: this happens WAY later, when Liminal Basically becomes the castles security system. Nightmare asks her to keep an eye on Cross, the new recruit… and she does. Cross can’t shake the feeling of being watched, which encourages Liminal to spy on him more, and it becomes a bit of a loop before Cross finally catches a glimpse of her. Horror explains who Liminal is when Cross asks, but Cross is still a bit unnerved by her presence.

[tftword]

Oh I’m sorry, I should have clarified. Just some tickle headcanons without reader, if you don’t mind. If anything else is unclear, I’ll be happy to clear it up:)

Will do! I ♡ stupid names, and I'm so so sorry this took so long

Megs, starscream, breakdown and knockout (I'm gonna put them as one, for them I'll only do separate if requested, so if you request one, some HC will include the other unless requested otherwise or you want separate) I have a soundwave request so I'm gonna save him for that!

MEGS

Almost always a ler, unless it comes to bots who near his strength, soundwave or shockwave (I've read predacking but I don't really know so I'm not gonna put it here, and I'm not truly sure with shockwave)

He's found that when he's restless, beating lower bots doesn't get him any closer to beating the autobots or offline-ing Optimus, he's found that tickling is also a good way to get that restless energy out, and it's almost just as torturous.

Bots who run get shorter but no more merciless tickles, if you run and get at least some of that restless energy out, it may only cut it by a couple minutes but that matters alot, and no matter what, he IS catching whatever bot that tries to run.

He generally enjoys the chase aswell, makes the anticipation that much worse, and he's like a freaking animal, so chasing his prey makes him feel good.

HE HAS CLAWS.

He is relentless, what's that? You can't take anymore? Sooo.... 20 more minutes at least

He is smart about how he tickles, will go from torturously slow to quick, from quick tickling to even faster tickling right on your death spot

Rarely, when he's a lee, it will always be in a tickle fight, he refuses to be a full lee.

His laugh is loud and full, I personally believe it's not breathy or wheezy, but very gravelly and full.

Starscream

Lee, he is a lee (but when he's not he's a devious ler)

Says he isn't ticklish, but if you even wiggle your fingers at him he will be blue as breakdown (energon blush, I'm still struggling with that type of stuff)

Same as megs, those primus forsaken flustering claws

Whiny loud begging laugh

Will BEG you to stop before you've even begun

If you praise him as you tickle him, compliment his laughter, say how well he's taking it, he will screech, he loves it, but it makes him way to flustered

He actually loves being tickled but will never admit it, he's to scared people will tease or take advantage of it (cough cough megs and ko)

He will make himself smaller in any lee situation, like he does when in trouble with megs

When he's stressed or just in a cocky a-hole mood he will tickle seekers or vehicons, being higher power than them and not having to fear payback.

When he does want to be tickled, on that rare occasion he'll act more like a brat, this normally gets him wrecked by ko, megs and surprisingly, soundwave.

His wings, like most seekers, are SUPER sensitive, to have him squirming and a giggling mess, just brush your fingers lightly against his wings, if you want to torture him and get squeaks and yelps, lightly drag your nails (or claws) across his wings, he will die and beg for mercy

Tickling is best starscream punishment

Kobd

They are both switches but normally attack as lets together

They mainly team up on starscream, but rarely they will try and tickle soundwave to get some sort of reaction (the only reaction they've gotten is getting wrecked for hours)

Knockout tickles breakdown more often

Breakdown will buff or polish a little harder to tickle knockout, it gets the cutest surprised squeaks and yelps, but always ends with breakdown apologizing and begging for mercy as he's getting absolutely WRECKED by his loving (somewhat but very lightly in a more teasing way) sadistic partner.

Breakdown when tickling someone he cares about will say genuine flustering compliments, when knockout will be the biggest tease known to botkind

Breakdown is the restraints while knockout uses his long nimble CLAWS (this is really teasing my lee mood rn ):<. ) to get the in-between the armor spots. Breakdown is most likely using one hand to hold said lees arms up with one hand while using the other to squeeze around.

Whenever knockout gets worked up over his paint job or gets a very large mark and need to get the stuff to buff it out and is having a mini breakdown (haha lol,) breakdown will try everything in the book, and last call tickling knockout til he feels better

THEY LOVE CHEER UP TICKLES, YOU CANT TELL ME IM WRONG

I'm sorry if I'm missing other characters, I'm only at season one, on my request list I show what season I'm at, so I won't be able to do all requests accurately for where you are, but for where I am.

[killerandhealerqueen]

*lying on the floor with my chin in my hands, kicking my feet* I saw you wanted questions about your wips....

What kind of music do you listen to while writing?

If I'm showing off one of your fics to someone, which one should I share?

Favourite comment you ever received??

Drop a rant, Sass, or share an excerpt<3

Awww, thanks babe!

What kind of music do you listen to while writing?

Depends. If I'm doing the Killer and Healer rewrite, I mainly don't listen to music because I need to hear the emotions in the words. Words on the screen are fine and watched faces are fine...but sometimes you gotta hear how the words are said to make sure you're putting the right emotion into the words.

If it's anything else, I mainly listen to anything, unless I'm going for certain emotions in scenes. Like if I have a sad scene, sad song. Fight scene? Actiony-sounding song. Romantic scene? Love songs.

And sometimes I don't listen to any because sometimes the music distracts from what the words in my head are trying to say and I'm trying to hear them so I need absolute silence to make sure that what's in my head gets conveyed on the page

If I'm showing off one of your fics to someone, which one should I share?

Oh...lord. Okay. Well. Um...I have a lot. If you want them to specifically get into a fandom, I would just have you share a series with them. So I'll use my Killer and Healer series as an example. If you want them to read anything of mine, just send them this: 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer. All of my fics are good and unless they're looking for something specific, I'd just let them go nuts

Favourite comment you ever received??

Oh, anything by @nineninepetals. She writes whole ass book reports/book reviews/play by plays of the fic and reactions to different things and I'm just like

Also, there was a comment I received on one of my fics that made me screech with laughter and I will screenshot it for you:

(They did come back and leave another comment afterwards about what they thought of the fic but this just made my whole fucking day. Like I screeched when I read it)

I don't really have anything to rant about at the present moment...but I can drop an excerpt from my newest WIP: Things Aren't Always What They Seem (this excerpt is from the latest chapter I posted)

         “Why do you need a partner for this case, boss?  You usually work alone” he stated.  Jiang Yuelou hummed.

         “Commissioner Bai thought I should work with an omega, since our victim in this cold case is an omega” he explained.  Song Rong and Sun Yongren’s eyes widened, and they turned to look at Chen Yuzhi in surprise.

         “You’re an omega?” they asked.  Chen Yuzhi nodded.

         “Mm” he replied.  Sun Yongren then frowned.

         “But I don’t see a collar.  How can you be an omega and not wear a collar?” he asked, causing Song Rong to reach into the box of pastries and pull out a package before he opened it and took out the pastry, shoving it into his mouth.

         “Shut up, idiot” he hissed before he looked at Chen Yuzhi.

         “Sorry Mr. Chen” he apologized.  Chen Yuzhi smiled and shook his head.

         “No, no.  It’s alright.  Many people are quite confused by me” he explained, causing Jiang Yuelou to frown.

         “What do you mean?” he asked.  Chen Yuzhi smiled slightly.

         “Well…I don’t get heats.  Hence why I don’t wear a collar” he explained, motioning to his neck.  Jiang Yuelou, Song Rong, and Sun Yongren looked at him in shock.

         “You…what?” Jiang Yuelou breathed.  Chen Yuzhi chuckled.

         “So…I have the scent sensitivity of an omega and I have a scent but…I don’t have an oestrous period.  And heats/ruts don’t affect me.  In that sense I’m like a beta” he explained.  Song Rong looked at him curiously.

         “So…if an alpha was to suddenly go into a rut, you wouldn’t…react?” he asked.  Chen Yuzhi shook his head.

         “No.  It might make me nauseous because of the overwhelming pheromones, but I won’t want to jump him and have sex with him” he replied.  Sun Yongren hummed.

         “Well, you’re lucky then.  You won’t be a potential target for the new drug that’s been hitting all of these omegas recently” he stated.  Chen Yuzhi frowned.

         “Drug?” he repeated.  Jiang Yuelou nodded.

         “There’s an illegal pill going around that looks a lot like omegas’ heat suppressants.  It making omegas act…differently.  It’s still an ongoing case right now but…at we know that one omega won’t be affected by it” he mused.  Chen Yuzhi smirked slightly.

         “Lucky me, I guess” he murmured.

ask me about my WIPS

[parkquimin]

TF141 + Valeria and their relationship with kpop

Valeria:

Not a big fan but is smart enough to know that there's a shit ton of money in kpop.

She probably buys up like all the tickets ever for concerts and then charges 10x the original price. The original scalper.

I think if there's a group she likes, she'll save the best tickets for herself.

Also she definitely buys up all the merch and sells them at extremely high rates too.

I think she also uses them as bargaining chips. Like if she's talking to an important business person or whatever she's like "oh I heard your kid likes (insert group), I happen to have tickets to them I could give you a good discount on them"

She probably posted something negative about a big group just to stir up drama and quickly learned to never do that again because her location got leaked LMAOOO

She probably thought about hiring some of the stans because how tf did they even find her???

Gaz:

Idk why but I feel like he's an ultimate stan.

Knows some of the dances, but isn't super dedicated to learning them

He definitely has photocards, lightsticks, albums, etc.

Had a VISCERAL reaction when he was called in on an emergency during KCON and he had to sell his prized P1 ticket.

WHEN he's off duty OMGGG.

This man has like 4 different devices set up ready to get tickets (he's fighting Valeria for them).

If he's on base or on a mission and the time is right, he'll make the rest of the team open the ticket portals so he can have a higher chance at getting tickets.

Cried when he didn't get Stray Kids tickets and then screamed when they released more dates in his area.

Cries for like half of the concerts he attends and his voice is unusable the next day

Price:

I feel like he's not into it and MAYBE he knows like "Red" by Hyuna cause Gaz played it once and liked it.

MAYBE does a little research just to know what Gaz and Soap are screaming and giggling about

He hit Gaz with "I heard one of those kpop people you like on the radio" and Gaz just stared.

I feel like he set one foot into a kpop store because he got Gaz for secret santa and he grabbed the first thing he saw, paid, and never looked back (Gaz appreciated the effort)

Mixes up different groups' names (not even on purpose he just can't remember all of that info)

"Why are there so many people in NCT"

"Why are they called "Seventeen" if there are only 13 people in it"

Ghost:

I feel like he's heard it in passing, but doesn't really listen to it.

Maybe there's a couple songs where he bops his head to the beat but then nothing further than that.

Probably gives Soap and Gaz concerned looks when he catches them in a corner giggling over a piece of paper smaller than his hand.

I feel like he's been to ONE concert because he lost a bet to Soap. Soap would've gone, but it was a group he didn't know and he thought it would be funnier if Ghost accompanied Gaz. Ghost agreed mainly because he'd get to spend time with Gaz (he loves his teammates)

He watched all of the fans scream and cry and was lowkey scared

Soap:

He is more invested but not as dedicated as Gaz.

He probably learned a couple dances with Gaz and likes the more popular groups like Twice and EXO.

Would go to KCON if there were enough groups that he liked and just to bond with Gaz.

Gaz lends Soap his albums because he "needs to learn to appreciate art more"

Soap ends up getting a couple of albums of his own, and I KNOW him and Gaz trade photocards and do reveals for each other

Watches with concern as Gaz screeches at his computers when it's time to buy tickets.

Doesn't freak out when he sees other people with kpop merch in public, but he'll give them like a side eye LMAOOO

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I'm ngl I've never played COD and I recently just started getting into the characters, so please lmk if you think I've mischaracterized anyone in this post! I'm happy to make edits and do more research but I just though this would be a fun thing to write :). Also thank you so much for viewing my work, it means so much to me as a beginner writer <3

[musekicker]

First time writing Hermes fighting. Mainly wrote this to get a idea of his fighting and just how he talks to the team.

It was a right time, right place situation when the Hyperforce had gotten the distress signal. If they had gone much further they would had been out of range.

But now, they had a space station that was under attack to save. A war lord and his followers were the culprits according to the signal before it was cut off. 

It was almost refreshing, dealing with war lord soldiers rather then Skeleton King's forces. They had to hold back a bit on their attacks as the followers seemed to be various beings from all over the galaxy, rather then creatures of evil and goo. But they were taking them down easily enough. 

It all would almost be routine, except for when they finally ran into the war lord.

"Oh, you folks must be the Hyper Force I've heard so much about."

The leader looked like a monkey. Not of the robot variety. Rather of Spider Monkey variety, with black and white fur coloring., the top of his head a mop of white fur that acted more like a hair style 

Despite no signs of robotic parts, he was standing on two legs, clearly talking and clearly sentient.

He was even wearing clothes. A simple red vest with black pants and big belt with many compartments. But it was still clothes. 

The monkey filled in the silence of the moment to continue speaking.

"Oh, I should introduce myself. My name is Hermes." the monkey said. "A pleasure to meet you all. Truly. I heard so much about you all from various points in the galaxy."

The team was not caught in the shock of what this war lord leader was anymore, though his demeanor was still off to them.

"So you're the guy we have to defeat? You don't look so tough." Nova said.

"Remember Nova, Appearances can be deceiving." Antauri said.

Hermes tilted his head slightly.

"Oh, you're a little firecracker aren't you?" Hermes said.

"What did you call me!?" Nova snapped.

Hermes held out his arms in a placating gesture. 

"I swear, a compliment. I love a good nick name, don't you?" Hermes said.

"I'm starting to think up a few nick names for this guy already.." Sprx said.

Hermes just kept up that closed mouth smile.

"Well, I suppose we should get this over with. The fighting thing I mean. Unless you all just want to back down" Hermes asked.

The team got into battle stances. Hermes on his side just sighed.

"If we really must."

The fight that broke out after that was not normal from the start. There was a sort of ease to Hermes fight style. Like he didn't care if a attack landed on him.

What was also strange that he had not brought about weapons so far into this fight. He seemed only interested in avoiding attacks or grabbing one of the team members and throwing them at the other. 

During all this, he kept talking.

"You can do better then that, Buddy." Hermes told Otto as the saw just missed him. "Red over there has gotten closer to actually hitting me at lest twice."

"This fellow likes to talk more then Sprx." Gibson grumbled.

"Hey!" Sprx cried.

Nova was the one that finally landed a blow, her fist catching Hermes in the chest. The punch sent him flying back. His head hit the edge of a storage crate at just the wrong angle and there was a sickening crack. 

"Oh shit." Sprx said. "I think you just-"

Nova froze, unsure of how to react to this outcome. On the one hand he had been trying to take over the space station. On the other, he had not actually hurt anyone as of yet. 

"Think there's a medic on board that can-"

Otto's words were cut off as Hermes suddenly sat up. Everyone screeched, including Chiro. The spider monkey looked a tiny bit dazed. Which was a lot less of a reaction that one with the head injury he had received. 

"Is that your-" Chiro said.

"Don't you worry about it Sport." Hermes said to Chiro. "Immortality, it's kind of the bees knees if I'm being honest."

The team could see bone growing and the skin and fur following after that. And soon, there was no longer any trace of the blunt force that had damaged Hermes head except the bit of blood that was drying on the fur on his forehead.

Hermes no longer was dazed, his voice once again chipper as he started to his feet.

"It's not exactly a secret. You wouldn't be the only one to hurt me in a way that would had killed most others. I have to say, didn't expect you all to be that vicious. Or am I just the lucky one?" Hermes asked.

"I will admit, this is.. a unexpected wrinkle in this fight." Antauri said.

Nova just slammed her fists together, gearing up to fight once more.

"What I'm hearing is that we have free reign to really kick his tail in" Nova said.

Hermes stood up, stretching out his arms. A pop suggested that a joint had been out of place as well.

"By all means firecracker. Give me your best." Hermes said with a closed mouth smile.

[monstersofsilence]

this is more so a random rant that is not at all related to fandom or mu characters

mainly music related

pretty much in relation with people thinking metal shouldn't have clean vocals and should be all screaming

I watch a lot reaction videos of people listening to my favorite bands. some people like them and some people don't. we all have our likes and dislikes. I don't like death/black metal or deathcore or black metalcore (I think that exists. there's a bunch of genres that have been crested over the years :/) mostly because I can't engage or force myself to like them

here is this: I like the instrumentals but I don't like the vocals. I know this is stupid of me to say, and is bringing up a stereotype, but the vocals are just noise to me. just growls, gutterals, and screeches is all I hear. but that doesn't stop others that like them to continue to like them. again, people have likes and dislikes snd they're valid. though the only deathcore band I like, and mainly just thrm being different from all the other ones I have heard, is Darko US. that is the only one I enjoy along with maybe Slaughter to Prevail

but lately I watched a reaction in relation with Periphery's cuttent new single, Wildfire (which is fucking awesome if you like prog metal. the most prog metal you can get with that song .w.), and a person mention that they don't think that clean vocald shouldn't belong in a metal song and I'm just

well why??? even more so that they approve Veil of Maya vocalist when they do, what said person describes as, "poppy" singing and I'm just

clean vocals can belong in metal song. doesn't matter the genre. black metal, death metal, deathcore, nu metal, heavy metal, fucking knee slapper metalcore or whatever. clean vocals can belong in those genres. it doesn't have to be about all screams or fast drum beats or heavy breakdowns. clean singing vocals should belong and should pave the way for all metal as a whole along with other implementations

hell, Sleep Token is blowing up because of a recent song, The Summoning, that introduced a funky tune towards the end of the song and even then, the vocalist has THE nicest clean vocals that is sounds angelic

just

I dislike metal elitists .w.

or people thinking something shouldn't belong but contradict themselves when sccepting another band that apparently "does it better"

it just got me a little rustled hearing it

thst and there's others that don't understand Periphery and how they do music. they are a prog band. they don't do the typical verse, chorus, verse 2, chorus, bridge, and climax formula. I mean... hence the genre they are in. I can understand not liking them because of that, wanting it to be that formula

though it bothers me, and another tangent, that they understand they're a prog metal band... but they don't want them to do the prog aspect?????????

like

how does that make sense? it's like I were to listen to a k-pop song but I would rather want them to NOT do the k-pop thing and do a different genre

like I were to order a chicken parmesan but I would want them to not include the chicken. get what I'm saying?

just

a bit mad thinking about all this .w.

now I rest. it is VERY late in the morning