#but that would be... a bit more than $3 lol

[returntosunder]

Nightmares Gang (Bad Sanses) reference sheets ^^

I Finally finished them :D (They've been in my wips folder for 3 months 0_0)

Close-ups and More info under cut ^^

Killer

I had way too much fun with him ima be honest. I knew i wanted to use more green then blue compared to the others, just to stray away from that "Sans" look (If that makes sense) and ive seen others use Charas look as inspo and I liked that idea

My only thought when designing them was, "How can I strap as many knives on It without making it too complicated?" And ran with that lol

Murder (Dust)

I kinda projected some of my own things on them so bare with me for a sec

I like the ideas others had where he prioritizes comfort more than practicality or style. I used the cap idea others had to cover their face along with the hood (cause of him getting overstimed by bright lights, which same bro >_<)

I also gave them 3 layers of clothes (the heavy layers are for the pressure). I feel like being alone for a while makes them crave some form of comfort like that. He also has a piece of Papyrus' scarf wrapped on their arm

Horror

I didn't really change much then just giving his jacket some extra bits and giving him more of a "spooky man that lives in the woods" vibes

I want to explore his design more in the future because I wasn't inspired by anything yet and I feel like his design lacks somthin, but this is what i will use for now

Nightmare

I obviously wanted him to have a more "Kingly" look with his design and this was one of my main inspos.

I also wanted his cloak to resemble a tree trunk and roots at the bottom as a reference to his relation to the Apple tree. His tentacles also like to hang lower on his back to also resemble tree roots (I used Morticia Addams and Batman as inspo for his cloaks silhouette and how it moves ^^)

I made extra comfy clothes for him cause he's an old man and probably dosen't always wanna wear his fancy ass outfit lol. I also have one for Dream but I'll draw that for a later thing ^^

Extra

They all have a patch on their jackets sholder that resembles Nightmares emblem thing (Killer is the only one with the patch on both his sholders). This was to mimic the Stars having a star brooch on their person. Anyways i hope yall like em ^^

On a serious note. I would like to take this moment to talk about Horrortale

Due to recent events, I wanna say that I do not support Horrors creator and their actions. However, I would still like to draw Horror and have him featured in more of my art and projects in the future. I will treat him the way I do with lust and will separate the character from the creator with my own interpretation and design, but all credits of the original Horrortale still belong to his creator. I will not talk about this topic anymore other than here

Thank you for reading

Og Nightmare belongs to Jokublog

Og Killer belongs to RahafWabas

Og Murder belongs to Ask-DustTale

Og Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

[ontherunnt]

Hi! I'm so excited to read your soap post but I don't want to forget so I need to ask first, what would it be like for Soap to be with a touch starved reader, one who grew up hardly ever even getting a hug kinda touch well famished? Your ghost being touch starved was amazing! But like I'm so touch starved myself and we all know Soap is very touchy and I just... I need him to touch me please 🥺

hiii <3!! i understand what you mean lol, somebody HOLD ME. Soap is a cutie and i think he'd be super touchy and affectionate. it's a bit short, but hopefully you'll like it!! ♥︎

Boyfriend!Soap with a touch-starved reader

pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x reader

wc: 778

warnings: my beautiful Scottish husband (none!!)

Johnny grew up with nine aunts. Five on his mum’s side, four on his dad’s—all of them obsessed with pinching his cheeks. Being the only boy out of the six children was no easy feat, and he wore it like a badge of honour. 

Nine aunts meant nine women asking, every Christmas, when he’d finally start a family of his own—at the age of fifteen, mind you. Nine aunts, too, meant nine long, gruelling, entirely unnecessary embraces. Nine aunts equalled eighteen minutes of hugging, twenty-seven minutes of talking, and at least forty-five minutes of smiling like he enjoyed the situation. 

His entire family was touchy. His mum always hugged him before going to school, his sisters would pat the top of his head after tying him to a chair and leaving him in the closet, his cousins would pat his back after scoring a goal. 

Therefore, Johnny was touchy. 

He snaked your waist and kissed your cheek when you walked past each other in the courtyard. He lifted your chin and kissed you fiercely whenever you looked at him a second too long. He snuck into your quarters in the middle of the night just to crawl under the covers and feel your breath against his neck. 

You? You were odd when it came to it. He couldn’t quite figure it out. You hadn’t been together for very long, but it had been long enough for him to notice you craved physical touch the way a kid craves biscuits—desperately, albeit scared of consequences. Which consequences, he didn’t know. 

It slowly made sense as you shared more and more about your life. How there’d never been any warm embraces after scraping your knee, how no one had comforted you after a nightmare, how tears had always been met with silence. He’d asked, once, when was the last time you’d been held by anyone other than him, and had to change the subject when you looked away, eyes reddened. 

From there on, he made it his mission to hold you whenever possible. 

In the mess hall, while Garrick talked about something Price had said—or had it been Ghost? He wasn’t sure. All his focus was set on you. An arm draped over your shoulders, your hair tickling his chin. He could feel your laugh against his chest, and he pressed a kiss to your temple before he replied to something Gaz had said. 

Before an op, adjusting the straps of your vest for you while you hummed under your breath. He took a step back, hands on his hips, and gave you an approving nod. Before you could speak, he pulled you by the front of your vest and smothered you between his arms, laughing at your loud complaints. Still, you didn’t try to move away, rather leaning into the warmth of his embrace. 

During downtime, while you pointed at the clouds above you. He sat with his back against a crate, your back pressed against his chest. His long legs bracketed your own and his arms wrapped around your shoulders, his chin rested on the curve of your neck. He enjoyed the soft giggles that left your mouth whenever he’d press a kiss to the crown of your head, your jaw, the spot behind your ear that made every hair on your body to stick up. You tried to keep pointing at the clouds, but gave up after the third time you felt his warm lips on your sensitive neck. 

After a rough op, his hands still bloodied and his entire body sore from nearly dying. He was quiet, for once, as he pulled you closer to him like he needed it more than you did. He tangled one hand in your hair, taking in your scent in a desperate attempt to separate the hell he’d just survived and the haven he’d walked into. 

After having a nightmare, your chest rising and falling in a desperate tempo that made him fear you’d pass out on the spot. He found you in the dark, sitting on the bed, and pulled you onto his lap, legs around his waist, arms around his neck. His fingers dug into the softness of your hips, using the grip to pull you even closer. 

“M’here, bonnie,” he whispered softly, a sharp contrast to your ragged breathing. “Yer safe with me.”

He kissed every tear you shed, then your cheeks, your eyelids, your forehead. He kissed every inch of your face, over and over, until you fell asleep against this chest. 

Johnny held you a little longer, willing to make up for all the hugs you’d missed out on as a child. 

[b0kevi]

cw for the request, i currently have a small sh addiction in a way and i wanted to know if u would write a male/GN yuu reader who came with sh scars and has a habit to not eat most of the time (cuz i do that), for the characters i specifically would like Deuce, Ruggie, Azul, Kalim, Epel, and Ortho! the ones in orange i would like more than the others if thats to many characters :))

it is perfectly ok if you are uncomfortable doing this request and i respect that wholly , thanks for making these fics and making my day enjoyable lol <33

(TW) Them with a reader who SH

summary: how they would react to a reader who has sh scars and doesn’t eat a lot

trope: hurt/comfort, angst if you squint, fluff

info: can be seen as romantic or platonic, up to you. tw about sh, ed. not proofread, masc reader, no specific pronouns used(i believe) I realized I made this more about ED than the SH..

characters: ruggie, kalim, epel, deuce, azul, ortho (jade, vil, leona, jamil, grim mentioned)

w/c: kalim: 519 ruggie: 488 epel: 378 deuce: 345 azul: 378 ortho: 300

a/n: as someone who struggles w this I get it. tho I've been a year clean, I still struggle w food n stuff but if anyone needs someone to talk to, my dms are open <3

ruggie

at first he didn't mind that you shared your food with him. free food is free food, who is he to say no?

he first thought you took pity on him thats why you would always give him big portions of your food.

"of course not! I just ate earlier so I'm not hungry."

that somehow always became your excuse. it was always 'im not hungry' 'i ate earlier' ‘I don’t like this anyways’ but would hear from grim that you haven't eaten anything since this morning.

you weren’t eating on purpose.

it’s not like he cared, more food for him. so why did it bother him so much?

he would leave snacks around you without a word. a snack on your desk, snack in your backpack, snack on your table, hoping you’ll just take it and eat it. (using leona’s card ofc)

you two were in savannaclaw folding everyone’s laundry. savannaclaw felt hotter than usual so you took off your blazer and rolled up your sleeves without thinking much of it, going back to your work.

at that moment ruggie had looked over at you. he had his fair share of bruises and scars from throughout his life but he knew those were different.

“soo… you gonna tell me what’s up?”

you looked at him puzzled, “sorry?”

ruggie sighed as he nodded his head towards your arms.

oh. right.

“it’s nothing just-“

“yeah that won’t work with me. Come on y/n, you don't have to if you don't wanna but I wont charge you or anything I'm pretty understanding.’’

It’s not that you didn't trust ruggie, you just didn't know how to bring it up.

You sighed— deciding you should tell him. you trusted him despite everyone else.

Reggie was surprisingly a good listener.

He's not the best at advice but it wasn't terrible. again ruggie has been through a lot himself so he would understand a bit. if you don’t want advice and just someone to listen to you, he’ll do that.

afterwards he still uses leona’s card to buy you food, he hates sharing but would give you small portions of his meals just to start. would somehow make time so you two can eat together since he also can go days without eating.

if you feel insecure about your scars he will show you his scars and tells you the story behind them, “this ones from jumping a fence while I was running away from the store clerk- listen the food was out in the open how was I supposed to know I had to pay for it? sheehee”

he can always sense when something’s wrong so will de-escalate before you get any ideas, he always keeps an eye on you just in case

you two are partners in crime, ruggie has your back and you got his. he doesn’t want anything bad happening to you no matter how much he denies it.

kalim

kalim had his suspicions but never said anything because he didn't want to upset you.

there would be time where he would subtly bring it up, hoping you'll open up to him.

"what happened y/n? did grim do that? or.."

he saw your scars and his grin faded, his heart felt heavy but he soon recovered and asked while hovering over your arms.

“oh yeah, grim doesn’t like getting up early so…”

a lie.

grim would never do that to you on purpose.

“right! well if you ever need anything i’m always here for you! i’ll get you whatever you want too! it doesn’t matter what it is!”

then when he noticed you weren’t eating, at first he thought you didn’t like the food or were allergic.

“is it too much seasoning? jamil makes the best food! its not poisoned! do you not like this?”

you would always reassure him that it wasn’t that, you just weren’t hungry at the moment.

kalim would always invite you over to eat, he wouldn’t force you to eat (maybe a little but he doesn’t mean any harm, it’s more like that one time he gave grim a cracker)

after the second week of excuses, kalim will finally bring up what’s on his mind.

“y/n… i’ve noticed you haven’t been eating, is something wrong? are you feeling okay?”

you once again try to brush it off, not wanting to make a big deal out of it but kalim isn’t going to brush it off.

“y/n, you can tell me if something’s wrong. i’m here for you and if you ever need something i’m here! you don’t have to fight this yourself, i want to help you, really.”

kalim truly wants you to know that he will do whatever to help you out, he already knows what happens when he doesn’t check in on people.

he doesn’t want you to bottle up your emotions like jamil did, he knows you won’t overblot but he saw the scars on you and he doesn’t want you to resort to that again.

when you finally do open up, he’s thrilled. he’s a very good listener and also very touchy, will hug you or have an arm around you, playing with your fingers, always lingering but will try his very best to restrain if that makes you uncomfortable.

afterwards he’ll always look out for you. if you eat a small portion he’ll congratulate you, “see! wasn’t that delicious y/n? want a little bit more? no? that’s okay you still ate something which is great!”

praises you for little accomplishments and will cling to you for a while until he sees you’re doing better. he will still cling to you even if you are better but that’s just his nature.

“you’ll tell me if you ever have those urges right? don’t hesitate to call when you’re feeling down okay? my magic carpet is super fast! i’ll be over like that whenever!” he snaps his fingers.

deep down he is truly worried about you and will do everything in his power to be there for you.

epel

honestly epel always thought scars were cool. i mean have you seen leona and how badass he looks?

epel never saw you differently. you were still you, you were still his friend no matter what.

he would never pressure you to tell him what happened. he didn't need to know, he was just glad you were here but whenever you do want to talk, he’ll listen closely while staring at them. not in a weird or disgusted way but almost like studying them, deep in thought.

“you’ve been through so much… these don’t change anything, if anything they show how strong you are. I think they make you look pretty manly too.” he grins trying to lighten the mood.

if you're insecure about your scars he would always remind you how manly or how cool and strong you look. if anyone has a problem with them they'll have to go through him.

when he notices your eating habits he tries to get you to eat at least an apple or something small to start.

“y/n you have to eat if you want to grow strong! bulk up those muscles! vil’s always on me for eating three meals a day and having a proper diet…”

he would always gift you apples but now every time he sees you he gives you an apple.

epel is always by your side kind of like a bodyguard but also a personal reminder, will intimidate anyone who looks at you funny. he will also give you a water bottle or a snack as a reminder to drink/eat something.

he might even seek help out from vil on how to help you out. he wants you two to grow strong together but he's not quite sure what to do.

epel is your personal hype man, he will make sure you feel good about yourself.

he might panic a bit if he sees you're upset, tries his best to calm you down or distract you so you don't do anything crazy.

"vil gave me this face cream that's supposed to help you calm down if you ever feel overwhelmed, here. if you ever feel like that let me know, I'll come over as fast as I can, we'll work it out together okay?"

deuce

when deuce first saw, he didn't know how to react. he didn't say anything in the moment, he didn't know what he should do. should he pretend he didn’t see? say something to comfort you?

He didn't want to upset you or make you uncomfortable with his staring or silence but he was quiet for a while that you knew something was up.

deuce always tries his hardest to comfort you but sometimes he can be messy but you always appreciate his efforts.

“it’s fine deuce, they’re old anyways…” you decide to just rip the bandaid off.

deuce is a great listener, nodding along to show his listening and paying attention to your words.

will give you a hug or rub your back if you’re comfortable with physical touch.

he will immediately go to riddle and ask for advice on how to help you. he wants to do whatever he can to show that he cares but doesn't want to mess it up so he goes for guidance.

deuce also has his fair share of scars from his delinquent days. "I know it's not quiet the same but they just show us how we became stronger. you're here now and that's what matters, we wouldn't have met if you didn't push through."

he always shares his food with you, he lights up when he sees you eating, it might not be much but its a start. he'll be with you throughout every step of your journey.

"this is my favorite, want some? is it good..? yeah? have some more! oh take your time no rush."

you can always feel his stare on you, he tries not to because he can see it sometimes makes you uncomfortable but he's making sure he doesn't miss any signs or signals that you might be feeling upset.

deuce is going to be for you this time, he doesn't want you to go back to those dark times again so he will try to prevent it and make sure you're happy with yourself and taking care of yourself as well.

azul

azul would be very understanding, when he noticed your eating habit and it would remind him of his younger self.

azul has always been self conscious of his appearance; he just tries to hide it. which is why he was quick to pick up on your eating habits.

azul knows you probably don’t want to have this conversation but when you’re constantly not eating he couldn’t take it.

“im not going to be your taste tester jade…” understandable.

“how do i know it’s not poisoned?”

“oh please I made it myself.”

“intriguing but i’m not hungry right now”

interesting.

he would watch you a bit before pulling you into his vip room and ask his burning question.

“y/n, I’ve noticed a pattern… what’s going on?”

of course you played naive. "what are you talking about?"

azul would become vulnerable with you, he should have pulled out a contract and tried to scam you but he didn't want to do that to you. he would most likely make you sign a NDA because he would open up about his past and issues, hoping you would too and does not want that to get out.

azul is not the best at comfort but will listen, he shares his experience to show you, you're not the only one and how he understands what it's like. he would offer his own advice if you ask.

azul doesn't care about your scars, they do sadden him a bit but youre still here and thats all that matters. he has the twins keep an eye on you to look out for signs in case you get overwhelmed.

azul would always drag you to the lounge and bring you simple meals at first, he would set you reminders but he was also your own personal human reminder as well to eat or drink something.

"I can't afford this-"

"free of charge." you stare at him.

"okay first few meals are free then you can pay me back later, but we'll discuss that later. eat." he would let you eat in the vip room so you guys would have privacy and can eat at your own pace.

he hates seeing himself in other people so despite everything azul does want to see you get better.

ortho

ortho knew the first time he saw you, he could read your vitals. all of them were below average, you didn’t need to tell him anything.

ortho would always check in on you. he's used to checking in on idia and reminding him to drink water and eat proper meals so he had no problem doing that with you. also doesn’t mind dropping off meals. ortho would push you a bit harder but he means well, he knows how idia can be so he pushes you in case you’re the same but he knows your boundaries and when to let you be.

ortho would always sit with you to make sure you actually eat, he doesn’t eat himself but he’ll pretend so it makes it seems like you’re both eating together and not just him watching you.

ortho always reminds you that he’s there for you, if you ever want to talk or hang out to get your mind off things.

I feel like ortho would give baymax vibes and look up solutions and gather friends to help you.

he’s super supportive and reassuring, but can be overprotective in the beginning, if he sees anyone being rude to you- he will not hesitate to get his laser out.

“y/n l/n! if you ever feel the urge to self harm, I have some alternatives that might help! if they don’t, don’t worry i’ll find more! please let me know if you ever feel like that, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you..”

"y/n l/n! It's time for lunch!"

"I already ate ortho"

"no you didn't, according to my scans you havent even eaten breakfast! come on let's go! you can't fool me y/n!"

he means well and is willing to lend a helping hand.

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

a/n: I remember one time at work my coworker saw my scars and was like 'omg what happened? was it a cat?' I just changed the subject n said sure my cat (who has no front claws) did that..

IDK WHY EPEL IS SO HARD FOR ME TO WRITE- i tried..

orthos part is def platonic.. idk if i need to specify for that..

[kurapixel]

uhhhh twitterLOG because i have forgotten to crosspost all of these

bonus tsukumo twins in the butler + maid collab. would you trust the food tehy bring you?

bonus2 moeblob animegirl eating burger takumi for a friend who i was trying to lure into work call .

( you will see what they were talking about soon)

i dont really mind any other interpretation of my works (also think its more fun to let people cook slkdjf) but if anyone wanted notes

(1) was thinking too hard about how takumi stabbed eito in the chest hole at the end of r0 and also eito's "i just couldn't help myself"... i just think he was so absolutely delighted for takumi to finally see him and not just his mask after masking for the entirety of the run...

(2) i wanted takumi to just grab eito's tongue tbh, so the scenario that i cooked in my head is: takuei where they're about to get sexy but eito tries to start monologuing and takumi thinks eito would enjoy kissing too much atp in their relationship so he grabs his tongue to shut him up (fond/exasperated "enough, you").

eito's capable of holding back vomiting, so I have to wonder: would he vomit because he feels free enough to, or because he's testing takumi--that if takumi can't handle that much he doesn't really care about him? would he vomit On Purpose (i.e. revenge for tonguegrab, whether takumi knows its on purpose or not)? would he hold it back because he thinks he wouldn't get another chance with takumi? (it wasn't meant to fit into any route specifically so imagining the context within any routes is fun...)

completely alternate read courtesy of jun is they're piercing eito's tongue. (though if it happened before the above setting instead it'd give a nice reason why takumi is so fixated on eito's tongue.....)

(3) crop of a piece for ending 011. another one of my pieces that i'm trying to represent an ending with. tried to frame the broken device that held shion as a moon, and was trying to pay careful attention to the color contrast of the full piece. it's a bit of a different rendering style than my usual

(4) crop. takumi's arms are actually tied up with a leash and he's on eito's lap... was originally going to have eito just enjoying having his way with takumi, but i'd thought itd be more fun framing it as eito being mad at someone walking in on them with the lighting + eito's expression

(5) crop of a second scenario piece. since eito's not above manipulating takumi for even innocuous things like asking him to guide him to the cafeteria (and he would manipulate instead of asking outright because he's so so so afraid of rejection), and is also the kind of idiot that overestimates his own ability and doesn't fully plan things out --he was so close to being gangbanged by invaders in r0 after all--i thought he'd manipulate situations so that takumi would do things he wants but he'd also end up in over his head.

in this case, i was thinking hed tell takumi he remembers where some rare materials are during exploration (knowing how they'd have to get there), and they end up crossing a river together, and oooooh takumi you have to help me cross (it ends up being a bit scarier than he anticipated, and combined with the close contact he almost vomits. i'd like to think it finally gets through to takumi just how vulnerable he is and the situation pulls at takumi's savior complex ridden heart. but then again.......... lol) (it probably slips eito's mind because of how shaken he is that they also. have to cross again to get back and he almost definitely vomits the second go around slkdjglksdjg)

(but yeah. thinking about how in 003 you can hear him stumbling around...)

(6) tsukumos! besides the charms, its the only other time i've drawn them. i just thought they were super cute haha

(7) on god its blowing up as of this writeup

[miloonmetis]

Hey hon!!

So I saw that you were looking for requests and I watched KDH the other night and oml I am obsessed!!

Could we get a part demon musician (various genre) reader living freely and the Saja Boys react to them/get to know them/etc? And for them to have each of their own section/fanfic (my brain stopped working lol)?

Appreciate it!! <3

True Colours

WC: 1466 Note: This was a bit of a struggle for me, truth be told, but! That doesn’t change the fact that I did enjoy the idea of putting the Saja boys into my ideas and sharing headcanons with them, which gets me to the warnings: Abby is a freak, he breaks small boundaries, and then Baby gives heavy stalker vibes. Very suggestive content, MDNI!

Jinu thought that before going for Huntrix, he should give the boys a chance to explore different musicians, get a sense of what they were up against, and what to do. Great idea, right? Wrong. 

After successfully throwing off another group of singers, he was ready to move on to the next one, which was you. You were a solo artist living your dream and truthfully enjoying it to the max, he knew it would be easy to kick you off your podium and steal your fans' souls (literally.) But what he didn’t expect was to see you so clearly wearing the marks of a demon, almost proudly as you danced around and sang your heart out. He did everything in his power to avoid getting you taken down at least until he learned about you, finding out that you had told people that the marks were tattoos from old stories that you wore because you were afraid. 

Jinu was confused to see someone like you wearing the patterns that he hated. The same ones that carried his guilt, his past. Yet you seemed so happy, so carefree. It baffled him at first to even try to understand how you could do such a thing, being so confident that no one would find out and that you… were okay with showing them. 

He was mesmerized by you, how you held yourself, and danced along the stage without a care in the world. He wanted to know what it was like not to have that voice in your head constantly eating at you.

When you first actually talk, he notices how well you held yourself up, even when he poked at you about the markings and tried everything in his power to get you to crack, you didn’t even budge. 

He would listen to you talk about your adventures, the different things that you had experienced, seeing how demons seemed to appear, then be shoved under, yet you admired how persistent some of them were. However, you hated the fact that they were stealing the souls of such beautiful people. 

When you two get closer, he’d trace your markings mindlessly, admiring them and always finding them to be your best feature; they represented your confidence. 

You motivated him into believing that even if he held so much guilt that the markings did not represent them, they only showed the fact that he was still fighting and was surviving even with them. 

Romance wasn’t sure to think, but he knew you were beautiful, that the marks made your features pop more than they already did before, and they attracted him like a moth to a flame. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and would often make excuses to go up to the surface to be able to talk to you or see you perform any single chance he could. 

When he was near you, it would almost always just be you standing (or sitting) talking to someone while he was just next to you, admiring you; if it was possible, he would have heart-shaped pupils. 

He would always ask you about your marks and ask why you let the world see you, even though you were part demon. He would listen as you explained everything to him, going through your entire life story, explaining just how amazing and confident you were. 

Every compliment he made toward you was toward your marks, obviously because he was a demon and he had one of his own, which would make you think he’d find it less attractive, but he found it amazing and beautiful to even be blessed on your skin. 

As he spent more time around you, he would find himself interested in makeup, often doing looks on you that would match your eye colour or the markings on your skin to make them more defined. He became your full-time makeup artist when he wasn’t stuck in the underworld or with the other boys. 

He was super into you, always wanting to be around you, and often, when it was just the two of you, he allowed his markings to appear, making it less stressful on himself to hide his appearance from you at least… half of his full appearance. 

Abby was enamored by your confidence, the way you held yourself up on the stage, and was able to own your shows like no other, even with those markings on your skin. The fact that you were able to show them and had zero fear, he found to be admirable. 

He would try to make you show off your markings all the time, wanting to see them and tracing the lines of them. Every time you’d fall asleep and… the freak that he is, he would slip your shirt up just below your chest to admire your stomach and the markings there. 

Every time you wore something more revealing, he would be freaking out and excited because that meant he could see every single mark on your body to admire you in full. 

When you mentioned taking showers, he would jump up instantly, trying to follow you into the bathroom before you had to shove him out. Eventually, when you two got more comfortable, you’d let him in and would trace every mark all over your body he could reach without you slapping his hand. 

He just loved your marks, he wanted to praise them every moment he got and would often show you his marks, comparing them as he would often compliment your markings as if they were the same. 

Mystery didn’t show much interest in you at first; actually, he would brush you off and ignore Jinu every time he would bring you up. But truth be told, that's because you made him question why he was hiding himself. The fact that you showed something that most people would hide and didn’t care, made him confused with himself. 

He never talked about your marks much, just staring behind his bangs and admiring them as he wandered if one day he’d be able to show his face with the same confidence you have with your markings. 

He would often ask you questions that were projecting his issues, but about your markings, you would answer him with reassuring things that would often make him feel extremely better as he lay his head down on your lap. 

Just like Abby, he enjoyed tracing your marks and complimenting you almost constantly, wanting you to feel the confidence that he wanted to feel with himself. 

You would help him with his issues, eventually he’d grow comfortable enough with the point that when you two were alone, he’d lift his bangs and let you stare at his eyes as he stared at your markings, the two of you enjoying each other's differences. 

He would show you his markings only a few times, but he didn’t like them himself, so he hid his face for the same reason. He didn’t want to be seen as a demon, but he and you loved him just that way; he would keep you close. 

Baby tried to do everything he could to see you, never getting too close but watching. Almost always there, every show, every meet and greet, he was just there somewhere nearby watching you. He wanted to get closer, but he was scared that if he did so, it would end up with you shoving him away because of how he presented himself. 

When he did show up, the way you welcomed him with open arms was different, but not something that he was going to reject. Almost instantly, he gave himself to you and would spend every second he had with you. 

The few times he wasn’t with you, he would watch, hiding in the crowds or shadows. Often finding the spots in your apartment that you rarely looked at, but he could hide just to see you, enjoying seeing you like that in these states. 

Eventually, you found out about him, calling him out and telling him that he didn’t need to hide to be able to see you. That you’d give him VIP tickets and that if he wanted, he was welcome to spend all his time he wanted in your apartment. 

He would follow you around your apartment or town when you went for chores like a puppy, keeping his eyes scanning at all times, making sure that there was no one who was going to try and talk to you in any sense. 

He shows you all of him, every marking and his other form, which you seemed to be fully okay with. He fell in love with you, even if it isn’t something that you reciprocate, he is just obsessed with you and being near you all he can. 

[myomie]

Hiiii i really liked the Leona SFW alphabet it felt so in character for him and I was wondering if it’s okay with you to do one for ruggie please! :P

R. BUCCHI

┌──────────────────────────────────────────┐ " Ruggie Bucchi (SFW) Alphabet Headcanons! " GN! Reader (mentions of hyena relations with mates.. just pretend it works with whatever gender!! :3) Warnings (∩>؂•)⊃⦆=͟͟͞͞➵ None!!, Not proofread req: by anon! thank you sm!! I'm not super duper well versed in Ruggie, and I feel there are a lot of different potrayels of him in everyone's minds. this is definitely a lot more my feelings on him. ^^ I hope this turns out how you wanted it!! <3 ───────────────────────────────────────────

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

One thing I've seen a lot that I completely adore is that Ruggie uses an "approach-avoid" method of being near you. In which he will approach you, walking close behind, and then back off once you notice him. If you're receptive to him coming closer, he will immediately be by your side, but if you see him annoyed, he'll respect that and keep his distance. Even if you're not annoyed at him, he might need a bit of extra reassurance that he can be with you when you're not in the greatest mood. Other than that, he prefers to just be by you a lot, if you're there, he probably is too. Similarly to the other beastmen, he enjoys physical touch, and both holding you and being held by you! At the start of the relationship though, he will always wait for permission silently, which might be confusing for you at first (especially if you're human.)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Ruggie was actually quite difficult to become friends with. Although he was the one who ended up courting you, and being a nervous little pup in the process, befriending him was a challenge on your part. He was clever and sly- And most of all, untrusting. Being used to everyone who offered him help wanting something in return, he believed any assistance you lent him was just a ploy to haggle something out of him in the future. However, over time, he realizes that's just how you are. His tricks go from attempts to avoid you, to you both laughing together as you fell for yet another one.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Ruggie enjoys cuddling, but won't usually initiate super close ones. You can expect his arm to be draped over you, or for him to curl up to you, but unless initiated by you, he won't completely squeeze you in a cuddle.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

YES YES!! That's all I can say. LOL, but for sure. Sure, he doesn't want to live his whole life doing laundry and waking someone up in the morning, but ultimately, he is used to being a caregiver in this sense. It's become his second nature to make sure you're fed, and so as you two grow older together, he will continue to provide you with that.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

In this case, I don't think he would be the one to break up. In this case, you two do break up, even if you mentioned it wasn't his fault, he would blame himself. Wondering if this happened because he wasn't good enough, strong enough, rich enough- The thoughts would spiral through his mind, his cheerful attitude cracking as he nodded, mumbling something about staying friends. However, he knew that would only hurt him more.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

He's not too sure about getting married right away. He expects to spend the rest of your life together but isn't in too much of a hassle to get down on one knee. After all... weddings are incredibly expensive. He would want it to happen once you both were living comfortably.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's always gentle, and at first, slightly nervous with you. Always silently asking for permission to be by you. Emotionally, he tends to joke things off, but when it comes down to it, he will be there for you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Similarly to cuddles, he enjoys them. He won't tackle you in a hug, nor will he be swinging you off the ground, but he likes how secure he feels within your arms, even if it's just for a moment. He's the kinda guy who hugs you around your neck, burying his head into your hair (or onto your shoulder if you're taller), with his tail going crazy behind him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Very quick. As in the moment you accepted. His ears twitched as he said it the first time, inspecting your reaction to make sure you were receptive.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Overall, not the most jealous. His jealousy is usually rooted in his own insecurities. Seeing you with Ace or Deuce doesn't bother him much, but if he ever sees Malleus giving you an expensive gift, the only thing going through his mind is "I can steal something way cooler than that."

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Head kisses!! Both giving and receiving. It reminds him of how hyenas in the wild rub against each other's heads.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Ruggie is very good with children!! Taking part in caring for the increasing amount of kids back home, he's very accustomed to the caretaker role. He cares for them quite a lot and is protective of them in that sense.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Depending on how long you've been together, it changes! When you first together, you wouldn't see him much in the mornings. He starts his day bright and early, needing to get work done before forcing Leona to go to his classes. However, if this takes place after your time in NRC, Ruggie would still wake up early, but only so you could wake up to a yummy breakfast, and everything all prepared. He knows you would never force him to care for you, but that structure of taking care of Leona, and the others back home, is just what he is accustomed to. Even ignoring that, he likes to see your smile every time you come down to the smell of delicious food!! (AH)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Ruggie wakes up early to get a jump start on the day, and in that, spends most of the day working his butt off. By the time it's night, there isn't much of a routine. On particularly rough days, he will just immediately pass out like a light. On more regular days, he'll be up long enough for you to get a small goodnight conversation in A sweet one, asking about each other's days.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He's pretty open even when you guys are just friends, but everything is said behind a laugh and smile. You're unsure what he is actually upset about, and what he is just reminiscing about. As time goes on, you get more and more used to this and eventually can tell the difference between his moods.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is pretty darn patient. He put up with Leona for... god knows how long, and even continues to forgive him. The only way to really get him angry is to betray him or do something to hurt those dear to him. Disrespecting his grandmother, dismissing his hard work, or stealing his money are surefire ways to get the hyena genuinely upset.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

A lot is going through his head, that he might not completely remember everything. If you gave him a pop quiz, he doubtfully will be able to respond perfectly. However, if he sees a cute keychain on someone's purse, he might recall how you went on about this {franchise} you liked. And... you might end up with that keychain. However, you're fairly certain he didn't buy it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

After Leona's overblot, it's when he began to learn you cared about him. With his injured arm, he really couldn't do much to help you out, but even then, you stayed by his side. He made it clear, he didn't owe you... but you just laughed, your head on your knees to your chest, giving him a small smile, "Of course not."

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Ruggie isn't entirely protective, he expects you to be able to protect yourself as much as he can... if not more in some scenarios. If you really can't, he will be there for you, and since he is around you so often, that's not too difficult of a task. But, he won't go picking fights for your honor anytime soon... Although, they might find themselves accidentally tripping over their feet in front of their crushes.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Ruggie isn't one for huge displays of affection, both because it's costly and takes an incredible amount of time. He shows his love for you with his everyday tasks, preparing your food, and even doing your laundry... Which, you weren't even too sure how he got into Ramshackle, but you didn't mind. As mentioned previously, his gifts are pretty random. Small things he knows you like, and he did for sure not steal.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His ability to deceive is something that has been a difficult point in your relationship for quite a while. He would never try to deceive you for the sake of his gain, but now and then, he still finds his lies on the tip of his tongue.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not concerned at all. He has bigger problems. If you want to, he'll let you comb through his hair or fix his fur, but he doesn't see much of a point dilly-dallying on his appearance.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes for sure :( Although he doesn't admit it, he's rather insecure- So losing you would be like a punch to the gut, and he'd go back into his insecurities without you to reassure him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Working for Leona has got to pay.. a lot. So with him still struggling to make any luxurious payments, I'm left to think his money all goes back home to his grandma and the other kids.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like if he has a richer partner, and they immediately try to give him all their money. Although he does need it, and wouldn't mind getting money in exchange for his efforts, a sudden onslaught of richness makes him feel indebted, and pitied. Although he can handle that relationship with someone, it's not something he wishes for in a partner.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit theirs?)

He is a deep sleeper. Since he doesn't get many chances to nap through the day, when he is out at night, he is completely out. There is no awakening this man.

[notsodelirious]

Idea: Bruce taking a break on patrol on a roof suuuper late at night. Reader shows up, taking a weed joint break from some commission they’re working on in their apartment below. Reader casually smoking CBD while they’re having a super nice talk about family and the city. Idk, I’m high lowkey

ngl there isn’t much to this drabble but I’m always willing to write a reader who smokes o7

synopsis: Just a chat with Gotham’s main vigilante as you light one

notes: SFW, although, obvious drug-use (marijuana) so idk how sfw it is lol

tags: platonic/no relationship, just a little bit of fluff, gender neutral reader, wc: 900 words

I have nothing more to add, just a short-ish piece, hope you enjoy <3

“It’s nice out here when the city isn’t trying to kill you.”

You exhaled a cloud of smoke as you rested your arms on the balcony railing, the red ember of your joint glowing like a firefly in Gotham’s night sky. 

The shadows didn’t respond. You kept talking anyway. 

“Sometimes I wonder what She would look like without crime,” you ducked your head to take another hit, letting the cloud of cannabis curl up towards the smog-filled Gotham skies. “Do you think it would still be as polluted?”

“Gotham’s pollution is a result of its industrial sector,” you tilted your head a little towards him, “So yes. I think it would be.”

“Huh.” You looked down at your joint—you’d made it really well, it was even and wrapped in a pink rolling paper. For no other reason than you could. “It makes the air taste weird.”

“The pollution?”

“Yeah.” You smacked your lips as the dryness set in—you didn’t move to grab a glass of water. That would be too much effort right now. “Also this weed.”

“Did you test it?”

“It’s my friend’s.”

Silence. 

“I grind it myself.”

More silence. 

You huffed as you rolled your eyes playfully. 

“I’ll test it next time. Just for you. But it’s not laced, I just don’t like this strain.”

Batman grunted but didn’t add anything, not as you took another hit. 

“It tastes different.” He didn’t inflect it as a question but you could hear the almost confusion. 

“What weed strains?” he gave a small affirmative hum, “Yeah, they do. I dunno what this one’s called—it’s a little bitter though.”

You offered him the joint before almost immediately pulling it back, “Never mind—not in the job right?”

“Why.”

“Why?” you shrugged as you leaned your forearms against the railing, “It’s fun, feels good.”

Another hum. 

“You’re super talkative, aren’t you?”

Sure, Gotham had accepted that She now had a guardian watching over her, but to acknowledge him straight on felt sacrilegious. Only criminals and rogues saw him properly—it was like a bad omen to stare straight into the eyes of the man who roamed Gotham.

If you could call him a man.

He sounded like one.

“It’s surreal, you know,” you continued as you took another hit, letting it sting the back of your throat—you weren’t trying to make a fool of yourself, taking too big a hit and coughing your lungs up in front of *the Batman.

You’d probably get a lecture and an earful about lung cancer and damage.

“Living in Gotham I mean,” you didn’t bother exhaling, playing with the smoke as it curled out of your mouth, “I moved here for uni—my family was against it but there are great undergrad programs here. Start to dwindle out for post-grad studies though.”

You thought your joke was funny. 

You didn’t even get a grunt. Maybe it wasn’t funny to the man who had to deal with all the washed-up PhD students.

He hadn’t left though.

“Adjusting to Gotham is different to what I expected,” you pressed your joint to your ashtray, letting the ember smother out before setting it down on, “She’s pretty. People forget to mention that.”

“The buildings.” You almost startled at the sound of his voice, like you had momentarily forgotten he was there. Well, you had forgotten—he’d been stood behind you and you’d forgotten he was there but you didn’t mention that to him. “They’re inspired by Gothic architecture.”

“Only inspired by?”

“Most of Gotham was built in the 19th century,” he explained, as if that alone cleared up the confusion about Gothic and *almost Gothic. “Gotham is a bastardisation of a late empire.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that left your mouth as you tilted your head, letting it loll against your shoulder.

“Doesn’t it just make it Neo-Gothic?”

There was a pause, and then a huff. You looked up, finally meeting the Dark Knight’s blank gaze—you felt oddly at peace with the massive, cloaked figure stood in the corner of your balcony. 

“Gotham’s Lady is based on the cathedral church of Saint Peter.”

“So it’s… not Neo-Gothic?”

The soft chuckle definitely took you by surprise. Batman wasn’t really known to laugh all that much. Or ever.

“You can consider it Neo-Gothic.” 

“I’m… I think I’m confused,” you mumbled, “But I think I’m just going to stay confused. Sort of Neo-Gothic it is.”

Your eyes roamed over the city lights, the small windows into people’s lives, illuminated windows and candlelight.

Somebody in the building opposite yours was petting their dog, while their neighbours had a very heated argument over what looked like a cooking pot.

“So many small lives,” you mumbled, “Are you one of them?”

“Sometimes.”

“Sounds fun.”

You didn’t need to turn to know that you were now stood alone on your balcony. And yet the emptiness didn’t quite feel that lonely.

A small bottle of Narcan and fentanyl testing strips sat on your garden table.

Eventually, you’d slink back into your apartment to return to the work you had previously taken a break from, still basking in the haziness of the weed.

Eventually, the evening would carry on as if it had never momentarily stopped for you, as if Gotham’s guardian had never been there.

And if the near future, you stepped out onto your balcony in the dead of night, with a freshly rolled joint, it had nothing to do with the shadow that lingered outside your balcony window. 

(“Smells different this time.”

“It’s a sherbet strain this time?”

”And it…tastes better?”)

Trust that Bruce Wayne knows every single type of wine, chardonnay and champagne, but knows the essentially basics of weed

Funnily enough this was written completely sober because I couldn’t make myself write down a train of thought that purposefully sounded high, while I was high—anyway, nothing special but hope you enjoyed anyway <3

Here’s my wips list and masterlist <3 (requests are currently closed as I work through my current ones)

[medie-val]

AH. Rake and Ruin, my dearly behated. Beaufort has this reputation for Towering and Terrible fragrances (slightly overblown) (price tag doing a lot of heavy lifting there) (most of the ones I've tried are really quite inoffensive) and this one was simultaneously the most boring and unpleasant of the lot. Burnt celery, ham marinated in liquid smoke, mirepoix and thyme that are somehow both rotting a little and also burnt. It's the smell of a ham hock soup-to-be that was thrown in the trash because every ingredient got left on the burner/in the fridge/on the counter too long. Conceptually, it evokes flashbacks to childhood when Mum ran out of the kitchen and flung a blackened pot into the nearest puddle because it was setting off the smoke alarms, but it doesn't even smell that interesting. The smoke is far more cured meat gone off than actual blackening. Eau de backyard puddle would be more compelling and layered.

I know my skin isn't the culprit because my sample bottle leaks just a little and it's gotten a tiny bit on every surface it comes in contact with. It smells just as unfortunate in small amounts, big amounts, on paper, plastic, wood, concrete, glass and fingers. It's not even gag-worthy. It's just kind of unfortunate. Wear this if you want to smell like an 18 year old's first attempt at unsupervised Christmas dinner. You won't smell like a sociopath (yikes, Fragrantica), you'll just smell like food waste.

I'm sure someone likes this. I wanted to! I really wanted to smell like a rake, I like Beaufort London quite a lot, and this let me down severely. Coeur de Noir (from the same house) is much closer to that fantasy, Tonnerre is also pretty excellent, and Terror and Magnificence is a very approachable incense and fir (lol. lmao.). I'd happily own full bottles of any of them, but not at 3 EUR per mL (approximately. based on the last time I checked). This one is just. a letdown.

[komsomolka]

do you ever doubt the existence of russophobia? logically i know that it is real: from ethnic cleansing in donbass to pretty much segregation in estonia to how normalized the dehumanization & demonization of russians (+ other peoples associated with them/russia's ethnic minorities tbh) — there is more than an enough evidence and had it been any other social group i wouldn't even question it. but oftentimes i think that maybe im overreacting and being dramatic, which is kinda wild to say after what i mentioned above but. i honestly don't know sometimes if im being crazy for feeling disturbed by those things or not lol 💀 frankly even using the term makes me cringe a bit involuntarily even though, from what i know, it wasn't even coined by a russian let alone, say, putin. sooo i wonder if you ever felt the same?

i know perfectly well how you feel, unfortunately. lots of reasons for it. 1) if you're living in russia in your regular life you're more likely to witness russian chauvinism than russophobia which would give you an impression that later is not relevant; 2) again, if you're russian living in russia you won't face the majority of systematic russophobia directly (but indirectly thru sanctions for example) so you're might not be that sensitive to it because you feel secure enough; 3) russians/slavs outwardly don't look different from west europeans/white yanks which in usa centrist framework makes us 'white' and a lot of russians internalize this so claiming russophobia exists seems to many progressive minded people to put us on the same level with 'white genocide' loonies and such; 4) hard pill to swallow but coming from previous point i think russian chauvinism plays a role too as russians may perceive themselves too close to whiteness to admit there are similar systemic powers set by collective west to reach their imperialist economic goals working against russia for centuries just like they did for people of color across the globe because it would bring us down in this 'racial hierarchy' and overall it does not feel good to realize you're viewed as a lesser being on such big scale; 5) last but definitely not the least: impcorepigs refuse to take responsibility for perpetuating russophobia and thus will gaslight you into denying it too. this lack of validation affects us a lot, i think, because it's still western centric world. usa centric framework helps this denial a lot because in it russians are white and you can't have reverse racism. for westerners russophobia is so normalized they don't even realize its a problem they have to work on because just like any other artificially constructed western bigotry russophobia is materially advantageous for them. did you notice how they never include russians/slavs into being one of main objects of nazi germany genocidal plans? it's that bad. just like antisemitism hitlers russophobia/anti slav sentiment didn't appear out of thin air but was a logical end to centuries of european russophobic policies.

[pseudophan]

As a Late and Old phannie, what was the general reaction when wad came out? I only watched it recently which changes the context so massively… (I wasn’t super impressed but I’m v happy for him he did it)

putting this under a cut cause it got a bit long oopsies. which is funny because tl;dr i don't have a good answer

honestly i'm not an expert on this because i didn't see that much phandom content around that time? like i was active on here and i went to wad in oslo and london, but it was before i followed new phannies on here and most of the people i used to follow had left, so i mostly just saw whatever was in my inbox

from what i did see though, the reception was kind of a mix? it was a difficult thing to get a proper read on because you had ex-phannies who hated it and current very active phannies who loved it, but there wasn't any nuance in either camp like it was either the worst thing ever made because fuck dan howell specifically, or it was a masterpiece and if you disliked any part of it you're mean and just didn't get it. i'm not saying this was what the entire discourse was like, it probably wasn't, but from what i personally saw that i still remember there was a lot of that lol

i don't even remember what i said about it at the time, if i even said much. i feel like i may have actually seen more discourse than i think i did, i've just forgotten all of it 😭 the phandom was just kind of boring, watching their solo stuff was fun and all but i never felt like i had that much to comment on

i will say "not super impressed but i'm very happy for him that he did it" is basically my exact opinion of wad. i mean i was impressed by the performance, he really is a good live performer and i think i kind of forget that when it's been a while since i saw him, but the comedy aspect... i think maybe it would bother me less if i didn't know for a fact that man can be funny. i need him to be less safe in his jokes so bad lol like i know you have it in you can you PLEASE JUST- nvm not the point here. the emotional aspect was better but i'm just not the type to get moved by Everything Will Get Better speeches, so while i appreciated it idk that it did much for me personally. but yeah i really am glad he did it, i think it was really good for him and he should be proud of it. hell for a first ever solo stage show it's not bad at all, i know a lot of people who absolutely adore wad and say it changed their life, it just isn't my personal favourite. it's not bad it's not great it's just mid. and that's ok <3

[if-you-give-a-dilf-a-danish]

Kidnapped P6: "Just another shelter"

A/N: "Oh boy, 3 A.M.!" *finishes the last half of this chapter sitting in my google docs* I accidentally made these updates weekly because I mainly work on them on my days off. My brain did not like that one bit, dear god lol

Which means updates for this will be slower, my apologies.

═════════════════════════ Contains: 141-pov chapter, descriptions of financial situations, and that good ol' angst mhmmmm

TW: Blood mention, I think that's it, let me know if i should add more. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 W/C: ~2k words ═════════════════════════ The higher-ups hear about their little op, and the failure it was. The scraps of Johnny’s hoodie were confiscated, turned in as evidence. Threats were thinly-veiled and placed at all four’s throats. Forced onto leave, the grieving team returned home.

Said “Home” was returned back to their possession. The scene had no other available evidence, nothing other than what was left behind or snuck out. It all came back to them as-is. Rotten ingredients on the counter souring the air, the abandoned pot crusted with charred stew at the bottom. Glass shards from the oven door glittering under the left-on kitchen lights.

They didn’t even clean the blood off the kitchen floor. Your blood, they learned. 

“Right… let’s get this place back in shape.” John says, giving each of them a duty. He starts with the burnt pot, knowing it was gonna take quite a bit of elbow grease to save before he can cook them something. 

Simon sweeps up the glass around their feet, getting rid of the floor hazard before moving on to the countertops. Kyle fills a bucket with bleach water to get rid of the blood, and Johnny is sent to go through their build-up of mail.

…The pot took longer than John would’ve liked to admit. No amount of dish detergent would soften the crust down. Fucking stainless steel. After burning through the last couple steel wool pads, he decides to abandon the pot in the sink, getting out his phone to look up takeout ideas.

“That is what defeats you?” Simon muses, dumping the glass into the bin.

“Do you wanna try?” John sighs.

“You’re s’posed to let it soak first, love.” The blonde one mutters, and he notices the way his captain’s body freezes, then sags in even more defeat. In any other situation, it would’ve been funny.

“Piss off.” He mumbles, walking out of the kitchen. Simon isn’t sure whether to follow him or have a crack at the pot himself. But after ensuring the stove was clean, he fills the pot and puts it on to boil before continuing with the counters.

Johnny sorts through the mail, opening up each piece and sorting it. Upcoming bills, junk, ads and coupons, and the personal stuff. Everyone had their own bills in their name. You all have a hand in the mortgage, Price handles the car’s finances, Simon handles electricity (therefore having the final say in what the thermostat is set to), Kyle controls the internet and cable, and Johnny takes care of the water and sewer. You? They knew you didn’t make much at your job. They always assured you that they have it handled, but you wouldn’t take no for an answer. You paid them back in other ways. Grocery trips and nights out, it was your bank card that made the most appearances. 

Price’s card was taken off the tab of a bar you all went to, and you enjoyed the mini-aneurysm it gave him when you were the one signing the receipt afterward. He called your name after the act had finished.

“How much was that?” He questioned, knowing full-well that none of them were moderate with their drinks off the field. 

You had simply smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips. “Don’t worry about it, hm? I’ll take care of you tonight.” Giving him little scratches on his mutton chops like a cat, you successfully eased his little worry, easier with alcohol in his system. “Now c’mon, let’s go get some food in ya.”

Johnny thought he had beaten you to it when his money was brought to the busser for your date night, only to be turned down when he said you had paid it all in advance as soon as he went to the toilet. To this day you still catch him sneaking a few quid into your bags as some sort of payback. 

“I’m gonna donate this somewhere evil.” You threw the money aside as you continued digging through your cluttered bag.

“Aye, like what?” He moves the bills aside, organizing everything that you toss out.

You were too focused on finding something in your bag to come up with a clever comeback. “I dunno… politics? Maybe an organization that pops kids’ balloons or makes them cry.” You mumble.

“Ya could, but Simon isn’t home right now.” Johnny tosses back without missing a beat. You cackled, a loud thing that made him light up in response.

About him, Simon could count on one hand how often you used cash, so he thought that by having you give up your card before entering the shop, everything would be fine, right? Too bad the card you surrendered was a dead one, the replacement kept in a torn spot in your wallet. 

“Wha’s that?” Simon eyed the shiny new plastic. In the checkout lane, you made sure you were ahead of him, leaving him the task of loading items onto the conveyor belt. 

You smiled at him innocently. “It’s my new card. Got it in the mail, doesn’t it look pretty?” You hold the card over the NFC reader, deliberately angled face up for him to see the front. It was colorful, a sunset field with a double rainbow stretching over it. Hearing the little beep from the reader, Simon wishes he could set it on fire, both the card and the grassy field.

“So, then this…” He points to the jacket pocket where the old card was in.

“Is my old one. The chip doesn’t read right anymore.” You slot the card back into your wallet. Simon mentally notes which pocket it’s in. You played coy, hoping that you don’t give away too much when he glares at you. It takes 5 seconds for him to break it, a little smile forming.

“Count yourself lucky the trolley’s in the way.” On the outside he’s fondly annoyed, on the inside he’s plotting to sneak into your wallet at night after you fall asleep.

Kyle recognizes your card information and PIN, noticing every online subscription and shop has your numbers set as the default option makes him sigh. He was the one who wouldn’t go down as quick, always replacing yours with his and seeing how short-lived his attempts were. His patience for it was infinite, waiting for you to admit defeat. But you had your own secret weapon.

“You think you’re clever, dont’cha?” You cornered him one night, phone in hand. He had the gall to put a password on one of the sites, locking you out of the ability to change it.

Kyle didn’t rise to the bait. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, love.” 

“Oh, dear, I didn’t wanna have to do this to you…” You gave him an exaggerated exhale, and looked at your phone. Typing away on it before setting it aside. Moments later, his own cell dings in his pocket. He quickly scrambled for it, yanking it out to open-

“Bloody-fuckin’ low blow.” His face scrunches, defeated. The notification of a wire transfer sent to him sits on his screen, the exact amount of one of the subscription renewals. You smirked then, kissing his cheek as an apology. 

Sorting by name Johnny only finds one letter addressed to you. It was your employer, a call centre for some corporate company. Opening it, he is greeted with a check and a letter. He reads it slowly. 

Fuck.

They weren’t notified about the kidnapping. Given that you just vanished, the strongly-worded letter states that they decided to terminate you. Enclosed was your last pay, a measly amount for only a couple days’ work. A mix of fury and anxiety makes his stomach churn, making him yell out and hastily crumple the note. When the other three hurry in, they see a flurry of the scot’s hands fumble with the wad of paper before throwing it.

“What was that about?” John asks first.

“They fuckin’ fired them! Apparently no one told them about their kidnapping, so they just cut ‘em loose!” Johnny growls to them, each of their faces morphing into some degree of shock. Kyle was the one to pick up the wad and skim it. His expression twists into one similar to Johnny’s. 

“That has to be illegal.” Kyle’s tone is disbelieving. He’s wondering if you could even sue over it.

“It is!” Johnny bellows. “Look how fuckin’ little their cheque is!” He waves the slip around, still attached to the paystub. Simon and Price look at the meager number, their shock and anger mirroring Johnny’s. 

You were happy with this job, and they didn’t pry about the details. Early in your relationship, you only told them it was simple part-time work, a basic customer service role answering calls. It gave you your own money in the bank, after an argument sparked up when John came up with the idea of giving you an allowance. You needed your own space, your own freedom like that.

They should’ve pried more. Pushed more. Every tired look when you got home or called them after. The slight change in expression when they handed you the bank statements that came in the post. Yet, you still paid for the nights out, the shopping trips. When all the other finances were handled, you forced your own contributions, giving yourself a purpose, your own hand in it even if it felt more like a finger.

Now, it's over. They didn’t press for details from work, just like you didn’t press for theirs. Two voids lacking information, only one side had its effects much more felt. You always helped them reconfigure themselves into a domestic life, every time they walked through the door. Their bodies washed, fed with your cooking, and cuddled into bed with you at the center. They had each other, it was easier to process the things they had. 

But when you’re the one exhausted, sleepy and with your voice achy with overuse, their comforts were at best, attempts. ‘A’ for effort, really. 

A mug of tea meant for your throat was steeped too long, tasting like you ate the head of a rose. No amount of honey could fix it.

They offered to cook food for you, the scrambled eggs came out rubbery and a boxed devil’s food cake became an impromptu lava cake when it collapsed after baking.

Things worked better if you all were tired. You all slept together soundly, each recharging your own batteries before eating together. It was a warm silence, words weren’t always needed unless someone asked to pass the salt.

But that sort of domesticity is gone with you not home. It isn’t like at the base. Without the distractions of their duties, the gaping feeling in their chests hollow them out. 

You never really been at base. One thing they promised you not to do unless in an emergency, there was simply no need for you to be there. Whatever glimpses of the inside you got were from the video calls made daily and only in personal areas, shielding you from their work. 

So now, in the one place they anticipate you to be at, your absence crushes them more and more. That military base only shields them from that.

There isn’t a tie-breaking vote when they all decide what to watch when the takeout is delivered. What starts as ribbing about it becomes bickering, then bickering turns to arguing.

A fifth plate is brought out when splitting up the food. Still, Johnny piles food on it and puts it in the fridge. Simon knows he’ll only have to throw it out later when it spoils.

Your belongings that weren’t snuck out of the house before have had their scent mostly faded from the stillness. The blanket on the sofa. Your portion of the closet, the bed as well. 

And instead of your body wash, four travel-size bottles of the same formula sit scattered in the shower instead.

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[housemdork]

house md rewatch: 3x03, "informed consent"

there are few moments in seasons 1-3 that are as important as this one ^

"informed consent" flying at the heels of "cane and able" is SO good because, in part, it ratifies some of what i was saying about house and his mounting hypocrisy/ill-spirit this season, but also because 3x03 grounds us back in medical ethics debates after a slew of strictly character-oriented stories. cuddy and wilson taking a backseat throughout kinda feels like penance for the tomfoolery of 3x02 lol.

3x03 opens with the revelation that 1) house is back to using his cane full time; and 2) there is, in fact, a doctor out there whom house admires - dr. ezra powell, a gentle old man who conducted brutal medical experiments on babies to seek out more advanced cancer treatments. we don't know about that detail until the halfway-ish point of the episode, but that makes the mounting parallels between ezra and house even more interesting in retrospect.

throughout the episode, house projects his "push through the pain" mentality onto ezra, even before he learns that ezra would ultimately prefer to die than continue to living with increasing illness. this is, ofc, very consistent for house, as his patients' survival usually depends on either their acquiescence to house's craziness or his rejection of medical ethics. all-in-a-day's work type beat.

but 3x03 complicates this a bit! cameron makes the note in the intro scene to chase and foreman that she "figured that house might go back to the pills," but the cane means he's effectively back to square one. house's relapse is the season's biggest secret so far, and, for the first time, compromises our sympathy and understanding towards him. he's so relentless to ezra about pushing through the literal fluid drowning him in his lungs; meanwhile, he's fighting the pain resurgence with some added help.

necessary disclaimer: i'm not referring to house's addiction with the same language that i'd typically use; he is, indeed, suffering from a medical condition because of his dependence. i'm just replicating what i think the episode/season is telling us to chew on.

this revelation goes so far as to re-contextualize how we've seen him treat all other patients thus far. he frequently asks them to undergo the impossible with no additional "help."

the most interesting bit of the episode is obviously how the team grapples with, or refuses to grapple with, ezra's "choice" to die. i'll start with house first. i love how house's understanding of/relationship to assisted suicide transforms across the series, slow though that transformation may be. as of 3x03, assisted suicide represents personal failure in house's view. the request means that he failed to solve the puzzle and that the patient couldn't see their life through, which is the same kind of weakness he demands they push through.

this also complicates what i continue to argue about house - that his doctoring on its own proves that he loves. this is clearly informed by my own political views, but i veer toward agreeing with assisted suicide, and i think it's cruel to persist when a patient's suffering is too much to bear. ergo, i find house's preservation of life at all costs here hard to stomach. this is an interesting moment of ANTI comradery between a patient who wants to die and a character who canonically has had a similar dilemma re: 2x24. i like how ezra and house oppose the patient dynamic we saw way back when in 1x14, where house could see that sarah really did want to live.

with that in mind, there is another element of hypocrisy at play in house's ethos here. he rejects relating to ezra's feelings (which, by the text of the show, he should at least a little bit) in order to solve the puzzle. that the end of the show confirms that ezra's patient was basically for nothing but the solution drives this point home for me.

i wouldn't be me if i didn't spend too much time on the conversation between house and wilson (who's having an otherwise "i, too, am in this episode" episode in 3x03). plus he looks really pretty.

wilson: "he's not asking you to help kill himself. he's just asking for help. the disease will kill him."

house: "i know what he was asking for. i just said no."

wilson: "you've done it before. plenty of times."

house: "to patients who i knew were terminal."

wilson: "oh, give me a break. this has nothing to do with saving a life."

wilson is right here - house is forgoing human decency to solve the puzzle (skipping over the part about medical legality/ethics because house already couldn't care less and wilson knows this). and he has shown this kindness to terminal patients because the answer is, in house's win/lose mentality, meaningless. this episode really is doing a number on my doctoring = loving argument, but i'm not abandoning it at the first sign of resistance!

[but if you'll let me break my containment rule, i love how this dilemma between them sets the stage for 6x07 and 8x18-8x22 (don't get on me about what was planned or what wasn't. they clearly had a foundation to reference, intentional or not). house is perplexed by wilson's argument for assisted suicide at the conference in 6x07, and insists that his belief in it is a symptom of wilson himself feeling like a personal failure. this "personal failure" mindset keeps house at a distance from the terminal patients granted that kindness/dignity in death (dignity that house doesn't even believe in). terminality is okay from a distance in this ethical qualm for house.

so when there is no distance in wilson's terminality, when it demands to be dealt with in the most personal terms for house, this ethos collapses in the best, most emotionally traumatizing way possible. we love to see it!]

3x03 also, and arguably more interestingly, investigates what convictions and beliefs mean to each of the fellows, with particular emphasis on cameron. in the scene after cameron excuses herself from the case (for the time being), chase and foreman muse about her reasons why. sarcastically, chase says that she's doing "what she believes in," which foreman disputes: "all she's doing is running away from the principle so she won't have to feel uncomfortable facing it.

i agree! which makes chase's secondary retort all the more interesting: to foreman, "if you were acting on principle, you would've called the cops when you thought house was killing the guy."

i like this line for 2 reasons: first, it highlights chase's understanding, or lack thereof, about how much foreman and house are alike; foreman does prioritize the puzzle in a lot of scenarios (like in 3x01, when he agreed to the endless battery of tests to figure out what was wrong with richard beneath the surface). but it also emphasizes chase's strained relationship to belief writ large by omission. i maintain that, in the vein of chase's catholic roots (and the related symbolism that house md brings to the table), chase is always looking for a deity to provide the code and associated beliefs, which would be house. whereas foreman and cameron, however similar they are to house in reality, have their respective convictions, chase subliminally wants them handed to him.

that's what makes the moment so interesting when he realizes house has duped everyone into thinking he was administering morphine to ezra. he thought he understood house's belief and followed it pretty unquestioningly; when the rules changed, his response didn't, only his reaction. he changed to agree with house, maintaining nothing (i keep saying this - the buildup to house firing him is crazy!!).

returning to cameron, i think a lot of her character culminates in this episode (as we've known her thus far). time and time again, we've seen how her visions of an ideal world and her convictions force her into misery and a state of non-decision; it reminds me of moments like 1x07 where her naivety is revealed to actually be painful, unflinching moral code inspired by her life experiences.

in one of my favorite conversations between them thus far, house begs her to make a decision on the matter, implying along the way that the case is suffering without her/because of her indecision:

house: "you can't decide if we're helping or hurting him. if he's good or bad. do your damn job."

cameron: "i'm not gonna lie to him."

house struggles with middle grounds and grey areas, and cameron does too - they just have polar opposite ways of dealing with them. whereas house forces his way through to one side or the other, cameron sits with the discomfort in the middle. both have their drawbacks - jumping the gun vs. inaction. but whether it's the added knowledge that ezra has had a medical career full of human rights violations, the eventual understanding that her inaction is bad for her, or a combination of a million other things, cameron does what she's told and then some. she helps ezra die.

3x03 emphasizes house and cameron's rare, self-aware solidarity. they agreed on just about nothing throughout the case, including a patient's right to ask for assisted suicide. but solidarity trumps beliefs here; the presence of conviction (and cameron's are the strongest) are what these 2 value. cameron decided to just believe in something, like what chase struggles to do, but to act on that belief, like house does.

in a season that's about showing us how the 3 fellows have grown up under house's tutelage, "i'm proud of you" simply cannot be understated.

finally, i've got to talk about the elephant of irony in the room. 3x02 concluded with one of the Lines of All Time when wilson is accusing house of playing god but, lest we forget, according to house: "god doesn't limp." house was hurt by wilson's lie and offended by his presumption that house believes that he acts above everyone else...

...ok greg. so what are we doing throughout 3x03, then?

not only does house lord ezra's life and death over his head (forcing someone to NOT die with dignity, since house beliefs that death and dignity are antithetical to one another), but he makes each of the fellows question their belief systems, culminating with cameron. he is at his most deified in some respects in this episode, yet the collateral impacts his fellows more than it does him. he still won the puzzle; the patient still died; cameron was still emotionally injured.

a classic all around! with some great forward momentum for cameron and house specifically! once again, i like the discomfort and anxiety season 3 builds regarding house and his fallibility, and i like 3x03 even better because it really gets the fellows involved. one last note because i didn't quite fit it in above - i like how cameron is separated from chase and foreman visually here because she's without her lab coat and because she's dressed in black.

[iuseatranslator]

Not canon, not even headcanon, but more like a “wouldn't it be fun if—?” kind of thing... I’m not sure what to call it. Anyway, here are my top 3 picks for that kind of setting.

1. Mickey and Mandy look a lot alike.

Black hair, blue eyes, pale skin. If we’re just talking colors, then yeah, I’d say they’re already about 50% alike! lol

But since it’s never actually mentioned in the show, it’s not canon. And Even as a headcanon, it still feels like it’s missing that last 2%.

Still, I love this idea so much.

I posted about it before, but I really enjoy the notion that Ian rejected Mandy, only to fall hard for her male version. I imagine Mandy, upon finding this out, thinking something like,"What the fuck? That asshole pushed me away but clings to the guy version of me—with a dick and an even more fucked-up personality?!"

Maybe they really do look alike. But Mickey’s just such a filthy mess that no one’s ever thought to draw the comparison. Maybe Ian only started noticing the similarities once he and Mickey got involved. Or maybe the reverse—he starts seeing bits of Mickey in Mandy.

Lip would never admit they look alike. Even if he did notice something, he’d deny it with everything he had. lol

(On a related note) I’ve always had a headcanon that Colin/Iggy and Mickey/Mandy are half-siblings through different moms.

And I’ve got a visual headcanon for Mickey and Mandy’s mom too! lol Basically, she looks like Mandy but taller and with a more melancholic vibe. (I know it doesn’t make much sense for her to be tall, considering Mickey and Mandy’s height) She probably married Terry, had the kids, but couldn’t survive his violence and either ran away within a year or two, or died. I really hope she’s alive and doing okay somewhere out there.

2. Mickey’s first crush was Lip.

This pops up in fics from time to time, and I find it super entertaining. I wouldn’t call it my headcanon, but I love the idea and it’s fun to imagine.

Mickey around 7 to 9 years old. Back then, Lip might’ve been a bit taller than the other kids, or at least smarter, and good at making friends. Mickey might’ve looked up to him, or had a shy little crush.

But as Lip grew up into someone completely not Mickey’s type, those feelings would’ve faded quickly. During puberty, Mickey might’ve even had a wet dream or two about him—but by then, the emotional part was long gone, and he probably woke up feeling sick with guilt and shame.

The reason I like this idea is that it adds more flavor to the weird dynamic between Lip and Mickey. And of course, it’s also because of how Ian would react. lol

Ian would be a little jealous at first, maybe get kind of pissy about it. But then he’d just end up laughing like, “Are you serious?” Considering how much they hate each other now, it’s hilarious to think there was ever something like that. At this point, Ian might actually be hoping the two of them get along for once.

3. Clayton Gallagher leaves part of his estate to Ian after his death.

I wish this would happen… But yeah, it’s about as close to zero as a possibility can get. lol

The chances are low, but I hope Ian got to see Clayton again after canon. I'd just like Mickey to have seen Ian's biological dad at least once.

And I wish they had met Ian's half-brother, Jacob(Is that even the right name?). According to Lucy, he looks just like Ian.

In my mind, Jacob is a little smaller than Ian, wears glasses, and has this classic “nerdy” Ian energy.

The reason I want them to meet him is simple. I want to see Mickey being low-key into someone who looks exactly like Ian.

Ian’s got this half-brother he loves—Lip—who Mickey fucking hates. But then this random-ass half-brother, Jacob, who Ian barely knows? Mickey kinda likes him. Of course Ian would hate it. And yeah... that’s exactly what I want to see.

Anyway, back to the main point: I just want Ian to inherit some of Clayton’s money and live a comfortable life with Mickey. That’s it. Will it happen? Absolutely not. But somewhere in the infinite multiverse, I choose to believe there’s a world where it does.

[ellewoodswrites]

Some quick thoughts on The Gilded Age season 3 episode 4:

Taissa Farmigia was acting her ass off this episode. I also want Gladys’ dressing gown/negligee situation.

but the episode was also horrific for poor Gladys?????? It was honestly hard to enjoy it

the wedding night scene made my skin crawl, I felt so disturbed. I also have written enough Larry/Marian wedding night scenes now that I felt especially bad for her because I feel like writing all those scenes always makes me worry — I want to depict it genuinely being overwhelming, possibly frightening, and at least mildly painful (because I feel like this is period appropriate), while also making it clear that Larry loves Marian and cares about her pleasure and safety. And this scene between Gladys and the Duke involved absolutely none of that.

I’m excited for Millionaire!Jack (in today’s money, at least). Looks like J and L are both walking away from this deal about $10 million richer, but I wish I knew the buying power in today’s money. I’ve talked about this in my fic notes but a straight line conversion doesn’t really give the full picture of 1) the buying power or 2) the disparity between what Jack would have and what the average person would have. If you do a regular conversion for George’s money to today, you’d think he’d have about $1B in today’s money; but when you actually compare the buying power he’d have, he’s far more comparable to someone like Elon Musk or Jeff Bezos. So that makes me think that Jack has buying power of more than $10M. Maybe I’ll fiddle around with it a bit this week and see if I can come up with an adjusted $ amount for today.

Larry’s also going to be waaaay harder to boss around with $10M of his own. I guess he has no trust fund in the show (I always write him with one) — seems unrealistic but what do I know

Larry was NOT having it with Bertha’s reactions to Marian. Despite what people on Reddit say, I’m not remotely worried. He’s down bad and he’s a grown man (especially by the standards of the day —24ish would be considered more grown than it is today) who now has at least $10M of his own money. He’s not going to be bossed around by his mother, no matter who she is.

Also, Larry refusing to drop the subject of Mariah as a bridesmaid and then later negotiating with the clock buyers was really hot??? Look at Larry all grown up!

Peggy and Dr. Kirkland were super-cute but I loathe his mom so much. Really interesting peek into the nuances of upper-class black society at the time — wish I knew more/enough to assess how realistic it is. If William is going to court Peggy for real, he need to be prepared to take on his mom!

Poor Aurora ☹️

Was that all we’re getting of the seance?! COME ON (*said in a Gob Bluth voice*)! Has anyone on this show ever *seen* a seance?! 🐔

I’m ready for Ward McAllister to tear everyone to shreds in his Foghorn Leghorn voice

On that note, I actually wonder if that’s part of what had Marian wailing about not knowing Larry that well after all (in the trailer) — not fully understanding that he’s had sexual relationships and recently, and then having these details outed in The Book

Re the trailer: lots to come! They seem to be hinting at a lot of Larian chaos but idk. I’ve always said they’re Jane and Bingley and very hard to create drama around, but maybe I’m wrong!!

They’re going to end up happily ever after though, I remain confident (please don’t make me have to write it instead lol)

Also — hard to articulate my thoughts but can’t not include this: I am not sure how I feel about George and (especially) Bertha right now. I appreciate the show showing us how ruthless they both can be and not shying away from it. I personally thought they should have had George not back down during the strike last season, as that would be more period appropriate and more in-line with the idea of him as modelled after Jay Gould — ruthless in business and tender with his family. Backing down over a labour strike and then not defending Gladys here doesn’t really work with that, thematically.

I really enjoy complicated characters — especially scheming striving female antiheroes, which are almost all I write in my original fiction — but I need way more Bertha backstory right now before I can be on her side (or not on her side, but more intrigued by her and understanding of her decision-making process l). Right now I am really struggling with her because of her treatment of Gladys (less so re Larian — I expected her to dislike them, and I also don’t think she’ll succeed in anything with them). I can’t help but want to see her put in her place, which is unusual for me.

Is this the part where I tell you I’m, like, incredibly straight (my friends told me they’ve all discussed it and agreed I have “no queer energy” and they thought I was a Kinsey 1) and that I simply am not enough of a simp for Bertha/Carrie Coon to forgive Bertha for her bad behaviour? I still enjoy her Becky Sharp self, but it’s hard to see it turned on someone as sweet and powerless as Gladys.

Looking forward to next week!

[elizabeth-mitchells]

I keep wondering how andromaquynh’s dynamic changes now that they’re reunited. Like Andy’s already softer and more intense once Quynh’s in the picture and we got a little bit more of what they’re like together at the end with their flirting too. I know with the way this one ended there wasn’t any room for a time jump where things are good and they’re with the others but I wanted to see how they acted with everyone else too!

yeahhh me too!! like ngl i mostly just cared about seeing andy and quynh together but it Would have been interesting to see her with the others! like. my personal feelings aside. joe and nicky did spent centuries with quynh too! i want to see that reunion too! is she/how angry is she with them? how much or less forgiving is she with them? how is she with them at all? we got a little glimpse of her with booker and well it was just her asking about andy which is fine by me lol but omg quynh and nile?? i need sooo much more of that. like the innitial animosity. i want to believe quynh feels something like a distant cousin of jealousy for nile because she Was with andy when quynh couldn't be. and nile even though is like impossibly younger than andy has actually been kind of protective of andy since the first movie, since even before finding out andy lost her immortality. and with the way she talked to quynh about betraying andy... oof i'd love to see some tension in that dynamic before they become friends!

and about the andromaquynh dynamic specifically. omg i could talk about it forever. like andy has definitely changed so much since the last time they were together. sooo many years of years. finding a purpose, losing it, finding it again, losing her immortality and being at peace with it, then getting it back??? and like. does she remember how to act when she isn't 90% grief? does she remember who she was when she wasn't missing quynh and blaming herself? WE haven't see her like that except for those last minutes! she already would have turned all her devotion to quynh now that she got her back, but now that quynh is mortal??? i just think andy is going to be a version of herself that she's never been before i think. or at least in a long long time

and then there's quynh!! like. we know that she forgave andy enough to stay with her and join her and go find joe and nicky and nile and get revenge on discord. but i'm willing to bet she isn't done with her complicated feelings toward andy, humanity, her centuries of pain, and omg after everything she went through, being mortal now???? she should be angrier than ever. BUT on the other hand, mortal quynh deciding to make the most of her time and put down her grudges to love and live and be happy and enjoy it and have fun and make up for lost time with andy... there's not a version of their dynamic that i don't absolutely love <3

[lamnwar]

Do you think you could do some hcs for kiyoshi and imayoshi with a girlfriend who doesn't shave anything at all? I love the feeling of body hair (especially cause now all my body hair is soft and worn down lol) but sometimes people can be dicks about it :/

No pressure btw! I just thought you'd have some juicy thoughts about it (it can be sfw or nsfw, whatever you're feeling) thank you<3

aaaaah hi I love you btw thanks for supporting my work 💕 also I really like this requests bc as a brown AND pcos girlie I got bullied a lot for being a fuzz ball but I let in grow rn bc literally who tf cares !! so yeah, this is a subject I hold close to my heart, thank you for the request (* >ω<)

Men who don't judge you for being human! // KNB Headcanons

Context: how your boyfriend reacts to you letting your body hair grow.

Pairing: Kiyoshi Teppei + Imayoshi Shoiichi x fem! Reader

Warnings: mentions of female body, I wanna say body hair but if that somewhat offends you no offense but... yeah, slightly suggestive, overall fluff bc they're both supportive bf!!

KIYOSHI TEPPEI

Have you seen the eyebrows on that man? Now with that acknowledged, do you think that man has any right to judge someone on their body hair??

Absolutely not, and he won't either.

He literally doesn't care.

It's just natural so he has no reason to think about it more than this

He was genuinely confused when you said how it can be an insecurity (god bless him <3)

If anything, he thinks of it as added softness

He literally can't see it as unattractive

What part of you being soft and fluffy is not cute as fuck, huh??

He loves you so that means every inch of you

(Yeah, even the hair that grows in places you didn't know it could grow)

Will definitely get annoyed at anyone who comments on your body hair

Not in a "I'll punch any asshole that speaks ill of your body" way but more in a "that's not nice, let me lecture them on why it's never OK to comment on someone else's body, especially when that body simply exists in its natural state" type of way

You really lucked out with him, he'll worship your body no matter what 💕

IMAYOSHI SHOIICHI

Now this one... he may seem like the kind to judge you for your body hair, but he surprisingly does not

And not because he likes it or anything, he simply doesn't give a fuck

When you told him that it's a bit tough to be a cis girl with body hair because of society's standards he's likely to tell you that this is senseless and stupid

He WILL berate anyone that dares to comment on your body hair, and you know the man, he's not holding back on his words

Sends you any tiktok that he sees about "full bush in a bikini" because he would absolutely love to see that

Somehow, being with you makes him change his world view completely on social norms and gender so he grows from the experience of dating a cis woman who lets her body hair grow

Good for him honestly

Congrats on making the OG mean girl your ally in that

He may even think of your body hair as sexy as in, nothing is more attractive than a woman's body in its natural state

Will gently tease you about it sometimes but not in a mean way, just because he is, at the core, an asshole <3

Yeah against all odds he's good with your body being the way it is !!